Dimitri walked into the front office of the school that he would spend the rest of his high school career. He was pissed. Why did his dad make him move here? He had moved two weeks ago and he was already hating it in Montana and missing the crowded streets of Saint Petersburg.
"Mr. Belikov?"
"Yes ma'am. Sorry."
"It's quite alright dearie. Here is your schedule. Oh! Your father mentioned that you were a genius when it came to Western novels."
"Genius is not the correct term ma'am. I enjoy reading them yes."
"Would you mind staying after school a couple hours each day to help out a struggling lady? She needs to bring her grades up if she wants to graduate this year."
"Umm... I don't know... Maybe once I get used to this school... this entire area."
"Completely understood dear. Enjoy your first day at St. Vladimir Academy."
Yea right. Like he could enjoy this place. He walked to his first class, AP Statistics. By the time he got there everyone had already arrived and was chatting amongst themselves. Dimitri walked up to the teacher's desk and spoke.
"Urrr.. Hello, my name is Dimitri Belikov. Today is my first day."
"Oh! Mr. Belikov! I have been waiting for you to arrive! My wife is incredibly eager to meet your father."
Of course she was... Every woman who knew about his father was "eager to meet him".
"Please, take a seat anywhere you'd like. We will begin class once the bell rings. "
Dimitri passed a group of girls in the front of the classroom. They were all gathered around a desk gossiping. They got silent and giggled when he passed by them. Finally, he came to a desk that had an open seat. He sat down. The girl who was beside him looked up from her desk and smirked.
"Sorry dude that seat is reserved."
"Nice to meet you too..."
"Rose... My name is Rose. Yours?"
"I better move."
"Calm your balls. I was fucking with you. You can sit there. What's your name?"
"Dimitri."
"Cool name. Where are you from? I think I picked up an accent."
"Saint Petersburg."
"As in Saint Petersburg, Russia?"
"Yes."
"Why in God's name did you fucking move here then?!"
"Not by choice, that's damn sure."
"I wouldn't be happy either. I try my best to get out of this hell hole. You going home each night or staying on ground?"
"Going home. We live like five minutes away."
"Oh. Well we should hang out then. Gives me an excuse to leave this fucking place."
"Ha... sure..."
With that the bell ended the conversation. The other classmates scurried to their seats while the teacher, Mr. Zeklos, approached the board and being writing notes that they were to copy and study for a quiz tomorrow. When the dismissal bell rang Dimitri left the room and went to his locker to put the book Zelkos had given him.
"So Russia, what's your next class?" Dimitri turned around recognizing the familiar voice.
"Uh…AP Literature.. Ms. Karp."
"Sweet. Let's walk to class together."