I just want to thank everyone! I am currently in shock. I have SIX alerts for this story! I am really happy right now and I am in a really good mood! I am currently looking for a BETA so feel free to message me if you're interested.

-After my first day of school news that I "cursed out" Paul (Who's name I found out in the bathroom stalls), I discovered something. When I was introducing myself to the class someone threw some round wet paper balls at me. I discovered three things then. One, those round wet paper balls were called spit balls and two, Americans hate my heart (That is the expression, no?) and lastly, spit balls are really, really gross.

I could not wait for the bell to ring so I could go home to mama. As I was about to get on the bus, I was tapped on the shoulder by the Paul boy and he looked like he was going to apologize. "Hey…. Angelina? That is your name right? I nodded my head. "Look, I am really sorry, I am so sorry I am going to have my dad drive you home!

I must have looked hesitant so he nodded with a big smile. "Follow me, I know a short cut to get out of school. " I quickly followed Paul and after 5 minutes he paused and said, "Is it okay if we cut through here?" He asked, pointing toward the boys' locker room. I stared at the door and I nodded. I would only be there for a minute right? Maybe Americans don't hate me, I thought as I entered the boys' locker room. Just then Paul started laughing. "Hey freak, you are so going to be waiting awhile and with that, he ran out and locked the door."

I kept banging the door, crying, screaming help but no one came. I pounded until my knuckles were bloody and I gave up hope. I tried breathing in and out, to keep calm but all I smelled was stinky gym socks. I must have been in there for two hours until the gym teacher came in and saw me crying. I tried telling him Paul did this but he said, "No, Paul is such a nice boy, he would never do this. Are you sure it wasn't someone else? I mean you are new, so maybe you got confused." I basically said never mind and I ran out. I realized I would have to walk all the way home.

By the time I saw my house it was really dark. I saw my mom crying and she quickly hugged me and told me how worried she was and how she loves me. I told her about everything that happened.

This first day of school would be considered heaven compared to the next few years I would have to endure.