It was her first day in a strange town about 100 miles away from her hometown. She sighed as she adjusted the shoulder bag backpack and walked toward the large doors in front of a large building, high school.
The school in itself was not unfriendly, but the looks she got were unnerving to her, since she had grown up in a small town, where the whole town was mostly people from your neighborhood. She again adjusted her bag, and secured the zipper just to be safe, then started toward her doom. Instantly she was greeted with a crowed lobby of yelling freshman, along with the other upper classmen, and took out her Advil, just to be safe. She fought her way through the crowd of students, to the placement board. She took out a small notepad and wrote down her schedule and then fought her way back out of the crowd, and to her first class. Through the halls she saw old friends and greeted them with a smile, she saw old enemies and gave them glares, and saw seniors who tried to be suave, but failed miserably. She finally made it to her class, to find that she was alone, and then looked at her watch to find she was early. She sighed and sat in an empty seat, first come first serve she figured. After 3 minutes or so, she heard the door open and in front of her stood 2 boys, one with messy blonde hair and emerald eyes, which had extra bushy eyebrows on top, the other was taller, with sparkling blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair that was wavy like the sea she used to live by, and they both stood there shocked at her, then the tall one looked at her and spoke. "Hello and can I ask why you would be shut up in a class room so early." She looked at him trying to decipher the words through his think French accent, when the words were put together in her head, she sighed and responded simply. "I am Angelique, and I'm the class room, because I was quick to getting to my first class, but as you see I am early." The French boy looked at her and then turned to the smaller boy, whispering words into his ear. The short one then promptly began to speak "hello, I am Arthur Kirkland; my "friend" here is Francis Bonnefoy, we are both pleased to meet you." Angelique stood from her seat, smoothed out her blue dress and walked toward the boys who still stood in the doorway. She then grabbed their wrists and led them toward the seats next to hers, to talk until the class began. Francis stared at the girl adding in his occasional word on the subject matter, while Arthur asked her about her classes and what electives she was going to be taking. She told him of her schedule, which in order was: History, French, English, Math, Science, lunch and then Art followed by Health. Arthur nodded, impressed that she already knew her schedule by heart. He told her of his and then they looked at Francis expecting him to recall what his was. Francis looked at Angelique and then recited her schedule, which was apparently his as well. She sighed and was about to say more, but others began to walk into the room. The class was the normal introduction class, helping everyone to get to know each other, giving books and other things of that nature. After 40 minutes, everyone was dismissed and the Angelique found herself walking to French class alongside Francis Bonnefoy.