I hate school I hate moving. I hate America. First it was California. 2 weeks later it was Texas. 3 weeks after that it's now Long Island, New York –wherever that is. I miss the endless rolling hills in France. It was just me and my mom, Mary. There was no one around for miles. I don't even know why we had to move.
The teacher, Mr. Gunther, looked at me and asked me a question in English. Even though I've heard that people pick up languages in other countries pretty quickly, I didn't have a clue of what he was saying.
I looked to Ms. Keeps, my helper/translator to tell me the question he asked in French. "What is the capital of Brazil?" she asked, and then hissed quietly in my ear, "C'mon Lilly! You're not stupid are you?" That part hurt. "You know this! It'll make me look bad if you don't!" I stared at my feet. I remembered nothing about Brazil. I looked up at the rest of the class and sure enough they were all staring at me as if I had 3 eyes instead of two. This happened every time the teacher called on me. One guy in particular, with black hair, tan skin, and sea green eyes, stared at me suspiciously, almost as if he recognized me. I dismissed the thought, and was positive that I've never seen him in my life.
I turned to Ms. Keeps and whispered in French, "I have no clue. Sorry" Ms. Keeps sighed and chattered something to Mr. Gunther who also sighed. "It's Brasília." was all I understood. I didn't dare look at Ms. Keeps because I knew that she would be glaring daggers at me for not knowing the answer.
After geography, I walked to English class, but not the English class you would think. It wasn't English class, like language arts or humanities, but it was literally English class because I need to learn English "in order to survive America". That's what Ms. Keeps always says to me when I complain about it.
I nicknamed English class the "Period of Confusion" because that's what it was. Ms. Keeps was my teacher and she was a horrible teacher! When she speaks English to me she acts as if I should understand it even though she never taught me anything she was saying! If I don't understand her then she get mad at me, and trust me, you really DO NOT want to see Ms. Keeps mad.
When I walked into the classroom no one was there. "Ms. Keeps?" I called out nervously. No answer. Suddenly, there was a horrible screeching noise behind me. I spun around just in time to see Ms. Keeps shut the door behind her… and lock it. She then bent the handle bar with unhuman strength. "Ms. Keeps…? What are you doing…?" My. Voice trailed off when Ms. Keeps' fingernails turned into long sharp talons. Her long black boots peeled off her legs revealing mismatched legs; one metal and one a donkey leg. Her face turned so white it was almost green. When she smiled she revealed long sharp vampire teeth. And to top it all off, her hair fell out of its bun, and turned to fire!
"Whoa! What the…? HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs nearly tripping on myself as I tried to run to the other side of the room. "I've been waiting a long time for this!" she cackled. Suddenly, bursting though one of the many classroom windows, the black-haired boy uncapped a pen and it turned into… a sword! Right as that happened, Ms. Keeps lunged at me, slashing the side of my chest. The black- haired boy yelled something and slashed his pen/sword right through Ms. Keeps! That was the last thing I remembered before I blacked out.