Pewdie's POV:

Monday, perfect. I thought sarcastly as I walked to school. Ergh, a new school, actually. I lived in Sweden first, but my mom found a really good job that pays her well here, so we moved here to make it easier for her.

And now I have to deal with all new shit here. And talk another language. Ugh.

When I arrived at the school I decided to fix my schedule. I walked around to find the principal's office and luckly I did. I knocked on the door and a taller man opened it.

"Can I help you?" The taller man asked.

"Yeah, my name is Felix Kje-"

"Oh, you must be the new transfer student from Sweden!" He said and gestured for me to come in. I walked inside as he shut the door. I sat down in a little chair that stood by a desk. He took a seat at the other side of the desk.

"So, Felix..?" I quietly nodded for him to continue. "My name is Matt Evans." He handed me a paper that said 'Student information' .

"You just have to fill these in and then you will get your schedule." He smiled and gave me a pencil. I nodded and started. Maybe after a minute or so I was done, and I got my schedule.

"So, thank you, Felix. Hope you'll like the school." He said and waved.

"No problem, good bye ma- mr. Evans." I walked out of the office.

"Damn you swedish habit." I cursed under my breath as I looked at my shedule to see which class I had.

Math. I thought and sighed. While I made my way to the classroom, I got some looks from people. Probably for the reason that I was new. I found the classroom and just as I was about to walk in, the teacher came.

"Oh, I haven't recognized you before. You must be the new student! I'm your new teacher, Victoria Parker." She held out her hand for me to shake it.

"Felix Kjellberg." I said and shook her hand. We both walked in and I saw that everyone was sitting, staring at me. They were many. I just stood there by the door and waited for the teacher to begin.

"Good morning everyone. As many of you can see, we have a new student here to join us today!" All of them stared at me, including the teacher. I cleared my throat before I speaked.

"Uhm, hi. My name is Felix Kjellberg, and i'm a transfer student from Sweden."

"Thank you Felix, you can sit.. There." She said and pointed at an empty seat in the back. I walked towards my seat and sat down. I looked at my left to see a guy with a pokerface mask on his face. He had brown oak hair and weared a green hoodie with blue jeans. He glanced at me and I quickly looked away.

Had I been staring? Maybe..

I picked up a notebook and a pencil from my bag, and ripped of a bit of the paper. I took the pencil and wrote down hello on it, giving it to the guy beside me. He read it and quickly wrote down something.

Cry: sup'.

Felix: what's your name?

Cry: Cry.

Felix raised a brow when he read it but quickly wrote down his answer.

Felix: Cool. Nice to meet you.

Cry waited a little with his answer, by the way I could tell, he seemed to be shocked.

But what could I know, i can't even see his face.

Cry: You seem to be cool, maybe we can hang out sometime.

My face lightened at the words.

Felix: Sure, anytime :)

(Time skip, is okay. Cause we all know, that you want the gay.)

It was lunch, so Because of the reason that I didn't know where everything was, I followed others in hope that they walked to the cafeteria. Or whatever they called it. Good for me, they followed my wishes in my mind. Everyone grabbed a tray and got their food. Me, who didn't know where to sit, looked around. I noticed a white poker face sitting alone, and suddenly walked towards the table.

"Hey, again." I said, making Cry jump a little. He looked up to me.

"Oh, hey."

"Can I sit here with you?" I asked and he nodded. I sat down beside Cry to see what he was doing.

"You draw?" I asked, looked at the picture.

"Yeah, can't say i'm good at it though." He said, and continued. I didn't know exactly what he drawed, but I think it was a white little figure with a poker face, just like Crys mask. It had no arms, and the hair it had was just a little straw like thing. When he was finished he wrote Sup' Guy under it.

"Is it supposed to be you?" I asked, and took a bite out of an apple I had on my tray.

"No, it's one of my little minions who will take over the world and kill you all." He said, laughing devilishy. I laughed at his words.

This guy is something.

After a while we had to say our goodbyes because class started soon. I dumped my tray and took a look at my shedule.

English.

I made my way to the classroom and sat down on a empty seat in the back.

I don't think Cry is in this class. Sigh, let's just hope this won't be to boring.

Hello everyone. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this story. If you didn't, then don't forget to leave your hate in the reviews. Also, i'm sorry if the american school isn't exactly like this. I live in Sweden, so I don't know. But I try to learn from other fics! Also, people may not have understood what I meant by 'swedish habit'. Well good for you that i'm gonna explain it for you.

In Sweden, we don't say mrs, miss or mr. Not so polite as you guys, huh? Yeah, we just say their first name. Like, Felix, for example.

Well, I would love to continue this story, but I need to know that some people reads it. So it hangs on you guys.

Have a great day.

Good bye.