Heyy guys!! Sorry I had to delete the last story, someone reported it FOR THE THIRD TIME!!!!!!!!! :( But now it's back, so enjoy!! Please R&R!! (disclaimer thingy: I do not own Tokio Hotel)
Uhhh. I hate having Health first thing in the morning. All we do is talk about how not to get sick or get STDs or whatever, and looking at pictures of magnified flu germs and body parts infected with Herpes is not a good way to start morning. At least Tom had to sit through this with me. On the down side, we're on opposite sides of the room, so we can't comment on what he says when he's lecturing the class.
Normally every day is as similar as Tom and mines DNA; walk in, sit down, 20 minutes of bookwork, then 25 minutes of aimless lecture. But today, something different happened; today we got a new student. Mr. Rancher was talking to the vice principal about it in the hall after the bell rang. When he came back in, he stood before us.
"In a few minutes, we will be getting a new student, whom I'm told just flew in last night from the United States."
This, of course, got the whole class in a flurry. The 'poodles', the group of prissy girls that sit in the middle of the room, whispered excitedly about it.
"If it's a guy, I hope he's one of those surfers. They're, like, known for having awesome bods!"
"I hope they're not fat, the U.S. is the fattest country in the world. If it's a fat person, I'm gonna have to switch out of this class."
"What if it's a girl?"
"Then I hope she's pretty, but she better not think she can win over all the guys in this school. She'll have to understand that we own this campus."
Even the jocks were anticipating the arrival of the new student.
"Dude, if this guy's a total freak, I'm gonna throw him in the dumpsters as a welcoming gesture."
"If it's a girl, I hope she's a cheerleader. The U.S. is known for having hot girls that look good in skirts.
"If she is hot, I'll have to take her on tour of the city, starting with my bed."
Sean, the football team captain, looked over at Tom who was still half asleep and couldn't care less about what Sean did.
"Unless SOMEBODY else wants to be first and screw her like you already did half the other girls in this school."
"Yeah, that's only about five hundred times more action than you'll ever see," Tom said groggily.
Just then, Mr. Rancher walked back in the room. Behind him were the vice principal and the new student. She had long dark brown hair that fell in layers down to the middle of her back. She had wide blue eyes that quickly scanned over everyone's face from behind her long, dark eye lashes. She was wearing a simple, plain black hoodie, a pair of light blue jeans with a studded belt, and black Vans. I noticed she was wearing what looked like a steel guitar pick engraved with an eighth note on a chain around her neck. Her black canvas messenger bag had a white treble clef painted on it; it looked like she had painted it on herself, but I couldn't be sure. Her hands were in her pockets as the vice principal spoke.
"This is your new classmate. Her name is Victoria, and she just came here from the United States of America," she looked down at the young girl. "Did you enjoy your journey overseas?" she asked in broken English.
"I slept most of the time," Victoria replied in perfect German.
The class laughed at her response. The vice principal was treating her like a little kid, and she was acting totally nonchalantly.
"You speak German very well, were your parents from here?" Mr. Rancher asked.
"No, my grandmother made me learn a couple years ago."
"Well, you've already got a lot of trouble settled then. Now, your schedule is the same as Mr. Kaulitz, so you'll be following him all day."
"Uh, which 'Mr. Kaulitz' were you referring to?" Rancher commented from his desk.
Just then, shouts of a fight came from the hall. The teacher and vice principal ran out of the room to stop whatever was happening, leaving Mr. Rancher's question unanswered and Victoria standing in front of all of us. I didn't have to turn my head to know the poodles and the jocks were scrutinizing every inch of her. She wasn't fat, or ugly, and defiantly not a cheerleader. Though in my opinion, she did make the room a little brighter with her presence. She looked more like someone who'd be hanging out with Tom and I and our friends. Maybe she will. I hope she will. She looked slightly uncomfortable up there with everyone staring at her.
"Why did he say 'which one'?" she asked after a few beats of awkward silence.
Everyone pointed to either Tom or me. She just looked back and forth between the two of us.
"Is that just by coincidence, or are you two related?"
"We're twins," Tom said.
"Identical twins," I emphasized.
Her eyes widened a little, looking at the two of us again.
"Wow," was all she whispered.
"Are you a junkie?" one of the poodles, Ashley, asked out of nowhere. Victoria just blinked.
"No, are you?"
"No, you just look like a junkie."
"How?"
"You're wearing a black hoodie, and black shoes, and you have a black bag," Ashley stated.
"Ok, if we're judging by appearances here, let's see. Bleached hair, waxed eyebrows and I bet that's not all you wax, pink tank top, push-up bra, mini skirt that has to be too short for school standards. To me you look like either a-a slut, b-a bitch, c-a priss, or d-all of the above. I'm gonna go with d on this one."
Everyone looked at her with raised eyebrows and open mouths. No one had ever said anything like that to the poodles before. I wanted to start applauding, but Sean, who was also Ashley's boyfriend, would've pounded me if I did. I suddenly hoped I was the one she would be following. She seemed like an interesting person.
Victoria pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket. I noticed her nails were cut short and painted black. She also had two rings and a studded bracelet on her hand
"So, which of you two has history and then chorus next?" she once again looked back and forth between Tom and me.
"Bill does," Tom stated, looking over at me.
Wait I do? Oh yeah, I do!
"I guess that means I'm following you around today," she smiled at me. God, she had a beautiful smile.
"I-I guess so," I said, putting in my best smile.
Mr. Rancher and the vice principal walked back in the room just then.
"Alright Victoria, as I said you'll be following Bill today," she said, pointing at me, "so he'll show where everything is and how things work in your classes. Good luck!" She finally left the room, but once again, Victoria was left standing in front of us until Rancher told her to take the empty seat next to me. The rest of the period went smoothly with just bookwork needing to be done. When the bell rang I waited for Victoria before walking to History.
