"Okay, so I've put in your lunch money in your bag along with our phone number. Don't lose it!" Harriet Watson said sternly. "Ask some of the big kids to show you around and don't get lost. Okay, I think we've covered everything." Harriet hugged me as I stood up, slightly anxious to get going. "Aw Clara! Look at my baby brother! All grown up!" Tears were threatening to fall from my sisters eyes.

I think it's normal for big sisters to cry when their little brother goes to school for the first time. But that's usually when they're, you know, little. Up until today, I was home-schooled in Afghanistan with my sister and her girlfriend until the war came and when my sister got offered a job in one of London's best universities which had excellent pay and she couldn't possibly refuse.

"That's enough Harriet. John's going to be late!" Clara said, interrupting us. I quickly looked at my watch and saw that she was indeed correct.

"Okay, I think that's it!" I grinned and gave them both one last hug.

I know what you're all probably thinking. You're going to think that home-schooled kids are freaks or weirdly religious or something. Don't worry, I'm neither of those or at least I hoped I wasn't. Asides from me being home-schooled my family was pretty normal. Harriet and I lost our parents in a car crash a few years back but we both moved on with our lives. I mean we had to right? Harriet became a vet in Afghanistan and I wanted to become an army doctor once I've finished my education. That was how Harriet met Clara.

I had a great life there but like I said, the war came and Harriet had a job offer with excellent pay so it was goodbye Afghanistan and hello high school.

I turned around, only to be nearly knocked over by a couple of black taxi's who beeped their horns at me angrily. I took a deep breath, okay, that was new.

The school I was at was called Baker Yard School. Yeah, no kidding. But it was one of those few schools that allowed you to wear your own clothes and was public at the same time. I walked up to the big public school and took it all in. In front of the school was a big crowd of teenagers, one of them banged into me purposefully, giving me a slight glare but I brushed it off. I didn't fancy a fight on my first day. To the right, I saw what seemed to be the school's football team setting fire to something and I frowned. They weren't supposed to do that at school were they? I shrugged and carried on walking.

After getting lost, which Harriet clearly told me not to, I finally found my way to the classroom I was supposed to be in and made my way over to a tall, slim girl with curly ginger hair.

"Hello," I said, putting on a friendly smile. "My name is John Watson and erm, I'm not sure if anybody has told you about me-"

"Talk to me again and I'll shove your head down a toilet," She stormed back to her seat which unfortunately was the one I was stood in front at.

I stood there shocked for a few seconds before I heard some people laughing at me, both coming from a tall slim boy with unusual silver hair and a skinny girl with long brunette hair whose clothes looked like something out of a charity shop.

I blinked rapidly before seeing an empty seat when the said girl went to me. "You don't want to sit there. Amelia Pond's boyfriend sits there." And she was right. A guy with dusty copper hair sat down and started snogging the face of Amelia. I grimaced. Eurgh, definitely not something you want to see on your first day of high-school. I moved onto the next empty seat I saw before I was stopped again by the same girl.

"Uh-oh," She shook her head furiously. "He farts a lot," The fat guy in front turned around and tried to look innocent. I sighed and looked around. All the seats were taken and I began walking to the front, still looking.

"Hey everyb-hmph!" I accidently walked into a teacher and she dropped her tea, biscuits and documents everywhere on the floor.

"I'm so sorry!"I apologized, helping her clear up the mess. Trying to ignore the class who were now roaring with laughter. I felt my cheeks blushing furiously. Way to go John Watson. You have out done yourself.

"It's not you don't worry dear. It's just me having an unlucky day," She gave a slight comforting smile and went to take of her azure jumper that was now covered in tea.

"Mrs. Hudson?" Another teacher asked, stepping in. Raising an eyebrow at her as she revealed a red bra where her shirt was a second ago.

She sighed in irritation. "My T-shirt's stuck to my jumper isn't it?"

I cleared my throat uneasily and went to help her. "Yeah."

"Fantastic. Just what I needed,"

"Is everything okay?" The man asked, now that I could see him I realized he was the head teacher and looked nervously at my feet and stood at the end of her desk.

"Yes, everything is just superb," She said sarcastically. She must be having a really bad day.

"How was your summer?" The headmaster asked. Mrs Hudson looked up as she put her jumper away and folded her arms.

"I got divorced and kicked out of my house,"

"I broke my hand," The headmaster lifted up his hand to show off his new bandages.

"I win," She said bitterly. The headmaster grinned.

"Of course you do." He turned his attention to the class. "Well, I just wanted to let everyone know that we have a new student joining us today. He moved all the way from Afghanistan."

Mrs. Hudson turned to a girl with black afro hair. "Welcome!"

"I'm from London," The girl replied coldly.

"Great!"

The headmaster pulled out a piece of paper and his eyebrows knotted together in confusion. "His name is John Watson. Where are ya John?"

I raised my hand and stepped forward. "That's me."

"Well welcome John Watson and thank you Mr. Jeff," Mrs Hudson made a welcoming hand gesture at me. Mr. Jeff stood near Mrs. Hudson, although not too close.

"If you need anything or you need to talk to somebody..." Ew, did he have a crush on her? I gave a slight shudder. Please don't do anything in front of us kids.

Mrs Hudson nodded. "Thanks. Perhaps another time when my T-shirt isn't stuck to my jumper,"

"Okay!" He clapped his hands. "Good day everybody!" He walked out and Mrs Hudson put me in my seat which was luckily not behind the farting dude.

Let me tell you about my first day of school. It was a stressful, surreal blur. I got in trouble for the most random things. For example, I was in my French class and I got up to go to the loo and the teacher shouted at me for not asking him first or for having a laboratory pass. I had no idea where to get one of those. Then it came to lunch and let me tell you, it was the worst hour of my life so far.

I grabbed a bottle of milk and the usual sandwiches I usually have and looked around the cafeteria where all the tables looked as though they were split into different groups. I walked over to some asian boys and girls, who put their bags in an empty space. Okay, guess I wasn't wanted there. I moved on to the next and it carried on until I saw some people who looked as though they belonged to Afghanistan. My heart sped up.

"Salaam!" I said, excitedly. The people looked at me weirdly. I guess that was a no.

"What?" One of the boys asked, laughing and I went out of the cafeteria and moved into the toilets where I ate my lunch in one of the cubicles. I had a lot of friends in Afghanistan but so far, I haven't made one single friend and it did made me feel kind of lonely.

At last, my first day of school was finally over and I made it home in less than ten minutes. Probably a world record for me and I stormed up the stairs only to be greeted by my sister who was working.

"Hey!" She greeted me, looking happy. "How was your first day?" I couldn't tell her that it went like hell, she would be so disappointed. So instead, I ignored her question and went straight into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me and laid on my bed, putting my face into my pillow.

I was so dreading tomorrow.