Skylar's POV

Today is my first day of school in Paris, France. Me and my parents moved here in the summer, so I would have a better education and have exciting new experiences. Of course I missed my friends back at home, but everyone has to move on at some point in their life.

I tried to take the move as well as possible. My parents had worked so hard to be able to afford moving here and buying a good home for me to grow up in, so I didn't have the heart to complain. As soon as we arrived in Paris, I didn't know why I ever doubted moving here. Paris was gorgeous and overflowing with excitement. I couldn't wait to see every inch of the city.

We then soon arrived at our new home and unpacked everything. I remember jumping on my new, fluffy bed and looking out the window at the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. "I could get used to this."

Unfortunately, a few weeks passed now and I am still trying to get used to it. You could say that I have a serious case of the first day jitters. I mean, what could school be like here in Paris? Tests every three days? Strict teachers? Famous people? Bullies? Lunch breaks? Uniforms? Well, I guess I would know if we'd have uniforms... but still!

"Sweetheart, are you ready for school?" her mother yelled from the downstairs kitchen.

"Yes mom, I'm coming!" I gracefully jump onto the hand railing of the stairs and slide all the way down in style.

"Nerd." Oh, did I forget to say that I had an annoying older brother? I guess I did.

"Not as much as a nerd as you are, Keith," I threw back at him with a smirk. I always win against him when it comes to teasing. Or he just simply doesn't care. Either way, I still win.

"Alright you two! Enough playing and grab your breakfasts before they get cold," Dad said.

When we finish our food, we quickly grab our stuff. We both kiss our parents goodbye as we walk down the street towards the high school.

As soon as we arrived at the steps of the school, my nervousness hit me again like a brick wall. My body stopped without having to tell it to. My mind told me to move, but my legs wouldn't let me. Keith looked at me with concern, for once.

"Don't worry little sis, everyone gets nervous sometimes. I felt the same way when we moved to Whitesboro," he said. "Besides we're going to love it here. But if anyone ever starts picking on you, I'll whip their little sorry behinds."

I laughed as he elbowed me in the shoulder gently. It's the same old speech from every older sibling, but you got to love it.

"Thank you," I smiled at him as we slowly walked up the long flock of stairs. We went to the office and were introduced to Mr. Damocles. He handed us our schedules and told us to sit down in the chairs beside the door.

We listened to him say something over the intercom about a student from both of our grades to be tour guides. Me and Keith looked at each other and shrugged.

Keith and I talked about anything and everything until two boys walked into the office. I stopped laughing and stared at them as they walk up to the principal's desk. I caught one of their eyes and he smiled softly. He looked to be my age, unlike the other who looked like a senior like Keith is. I smiled and embarrassedly looked away, feeling bad for staring.

Keith watched me with a smirk. He nudges me and I blush like crazy, "Stop it you idiot!"

Mr. Damocles soon calls us up to his desk and introduces us to the boys. The younger one smiled at me slowly walks up to me. "Skylar, this is Tristen Kingsley. He will be your tour guide for the day."

"Hi," I greeted him with a small smile.

"It's very nice to meet you," Tristen says with a soft smile. Man, I already love his smile!

"And Keith, this is Tyler Carson." They simply greet each other with a smile and friendly first bump.

"Since Mr. Kingsley and Mr. Carson are touring each of you around, you will have the same schedule for the year to simply make it easier. If that ever becomes a problem for either of you then we can change it sometime in the future."

With that, we split up and follow our partner. When we first started walking, it felt a little awkward... but that didn't last long.

"Skylar, right?" he asks shyly.

"That's my name," I smile.

"It's very pretty, your name that is," he says nervously. "I've never met someone with that name before."

"That's very sweet, thank you," I replied happily. "You can call me Sky."

"No problem, Sky," Tristen says with his gorgeous smile. "So... what's our first class? I haven't checked my schedule yet."

"No worries," I said before looking down at my list. "Our first class is with Professor Armstrong."

"Awesome, art class!" Tristen says happily. "His room is this way."

I giggle as we quickly walk to the art room.

As soon as I walk into the room, my mind explodes with admiration. The room is filled with every color imaginable.

"Wow..." I say with huge eyes.

"Welcome to room 33" said a joyful man.

"Good morning, Professor," Tristen says to the art teacher.

"And good morning to you, too, Mr. Kingsley." Professor Armstrong smiles as he sees me, "And what do we have here?"

"This is Skylar, she's new to Paris," Tristen introduces me.

"Well I hope you are having a good first day, Skylar. I'm Professor Armstrong. If you ever have spare time and you feel like expressing yourself, you are welcome here."

"Thank you, Professor, I will."

Me and Tristen take our seats next to two people I have yet to meet.

"Skylar, meet Nino and Alya." Tristen introduces them to me.

"Hey girl, it's nice to meet you!" Alya says with a smile.

"Hey dudette! How has your first day been so far?" Nino asks, removing his headphones.

CRASH!! I gasp as we hear screaming from inside the school. "Oh it's been great! Until I heard that!"

"You have to come with me," Tristen grabs my hand and runs out the door and to a safe place. I then see a girl in a mask shooting at people with a bow. I watch her as a purple butterfly-shaped light appears in front of her face.

"Tristen, what is going on?"