(A/N: Hey guys… Sorry its been like 2 months since I last updated. I may or may not have started watching Merlin and the time I used to spend writing has now been taken up by watching the show. If you're also a Merlin fan, there will be a Merlin fic up soon. Onward to the story!)

ALL DASHNER'S I OWN NOTHING

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First Day- Newt

"BEEEEPPPP BEEEEEEPPPP BEEEEEEPPPPP!" Went Newt's alarm at 6 in the morning on the first day of school. Bloody hell, it's the first day of school in bloody America he thought. Why can't American schools start later than British schools so there would be something I actually liked about it? Grudgingly, he shoved off the nice, warm covers and was blasted with the air conditioning of his new house. Only three days ago, Newt had moved to southern Arkansas in the United States from Yorkshire, England. He hadn't been happy about the move, but that really hadn't mattered to his parents.

He really didn't care what the people at his new school thought of him, since he didn't want to be here anyway. He didn't care if they thought he was a nerd, so he threw on a Doctor Who tee shirt and jeans and trainers. After getting all ready, he went to the kitchen and saw his twin sister Sonya. Sonya was wearing a pretty sundress with her hair curled and perfect make up. "Not going to get dressed up for the first day?" she asked him. He shook his head. She grabbed his wrist and pointed to the gay pride parade wristband. "You might not want to wear that. We're in the south, people might not like it that much," she said. "And why should I give a shit what those ignorant fucks think?" he replied. "LANGUAGE!" his mum yelled at him. He rolled his eyes. "Just trying to make your life easier," Sonya said. He rolled his eyes once again, but did take the wristband off and shoved it in his pocket after she looked away.

As he went outside to get into his mum's car to go to school, he immediately began to regret wearing long trousers. The weather in southern Arkansas was different from Yorkshire's, and not necessarily in a good way. The air was hot, sticky, and humid. He was glad to have shorts in his cross country bag, and decided he would change into them when he got to school. "What class do you have first?" Sonya asked him. Sonya was nervous, she never stopped asking random questions when she was nervous. She had asked that exact same question at least five times since the airplane landed in St. Louis three days ago. "Sonya, I told you five times, biology with Mrs. Page," he responded. "Right," she said. "Are you ready?" Newt shuddered. "As ready as I'll ever be."

They arrived at the school, and Newt got his first look at it. It had a track going around it, and American football field behind it, and pretty tall, but otherwise it was a bit plain. He hoped he wouldn't get lost. He hoped he wouldn't get teased for his British accent. He hoped the food wouldn't be terrible. He hoped he would find someone remotely interesting. He hoped today wouldn't go completely horribly.

"By kids," his mum said while kissing them each on the cheek. "You're going to do great." Newt and Sonya both smiled back at her, a little wobbly with nerves. "Oh mum, we aren't kids anymore. Love you," Sonya responded and their mum laughed. "Thanks mum. Love you," Newt said shakily.

They entered the school together, but then had to part to get to their respective classes. He looked at his schedule and realized he had no idea where biology with Mrs. Page was. The sheet said it was in room 203, but he didn't have a clue where that was either. Shit, he thought. This school was huge, and he would most likely be late because he got lost. He wished his best friend from Yorkshire, Rory, was there so the two of them could make jokes about how terrible this school was. He realized how stupid he must look, just standing there while everyone else was making their way to their classes. Some older kids shoved by him, muttering about "Stupid freshmen, always getting lost."

Suddenly, his savior came in the form of a complement and blue dyed hair. "I like your tee shirt," the girl said. She was smiling, and she had long dark hair with blue tips, bright blue eyes, and was wearing a flannel shirt. "Oh, um, thanks," Newt responded. Shit, could you have sounded any dumber? He thought. Oh well, she seemed to like the accent, since she wasn't leaving. He decided to take advantage of the situation. "Hey, uh, could you show me where room 203 is?" he asked her. "Yeah, of course!" she said. "Biology with Mrs. Page?" Newt nodded, and she began to show him the way to the classroom. As they walked, she began to talk to him. "You're lucky that you got Mrs. Page. I had her last year. The other freshman biology teacher is Mr. Janson, and he's horrible. We nicknamed him rat man because he was so horrid. By the way, are you British?" Newt realized she asked him a question, and responded. "Oh, uh, yeah, I am." She smiled. "That's so cool! I went to London a couple years ago. Oh, here's room 203," she said, pointing to the classroom. "I'm Katie, by the way." Newt smiled and said, "I'm Newt." She didn't laugh or make fun of his name like a lot of people did, so he decided she wasn't all bad. Maybe he would learn to realize that America wasn't all bad, either.

He managed to make it through the day with only getting lost in between every class. All of his teachers were thankfully, not too bad and very understanding. He wasn't the only kid getting lost either, the majority of the freshman had no idea where they were going in this giant maze of a school. After school he had cross country practice. He realized that, in the mess of getting lost, he had never actually changed into those shorts. Oh well, he was now. And now, he was about to go and run in the Arkansas heat.

He arrived at cross country practice, and saw more unfamiliar faces. Unfortunately, Sonya had decided not to do cross country and was doing field hockey instead. Newt was secretly wishing she had done cross country just so there would be someone he knew there. He recognised a couple of the people there from some of his classes, but that didn't necessarily mean he remembered their names. Most of them were talking to each other anyway. Suddenly the coach called them to attention. The coach was a muscular man who didn't look too much older than 30. He hoped this guy would be decent.

After doing a couple of laps around the track, burpees, jumping jacks, push ups, and a few other drills, their coach told them that he was assigning running partners and they would have to try to keep pace with each other. Newt wasn't really sure how that would help him become a better runner, but he might be able to get to know someone on the team. He heard his name called, followed by Minho Park. He didn't know who this Minho Park was, and really hoped he was also a freshman. When the coach told them that if they didn't know who their partner was, they could come over and meet them. Newt joined most of the other freshmen over by the coach. Minho must have gotten there first, because he heard his name called out. "Over here!" he yelled, and then he saw his running partner.

Minho Park was gorgeous, to say the least. He was asian, very muscular, and his hair was perfect. Newt hoped that he wasn't getting a crush on the boy. As the two of them began running together, he learned that Minho was a very good runner. He enjoyed talking to Minho as they ran. Minho kept getting more gorgeous, with the sweat shining on his face and his cheeks flushed. Newt knew that he was so screwed.

After track was over, he decided that maybe America wouldn't be so bad after all. As he waited for his mum to pick him up, he saw Minho get into a slightly run down car, and as they drove off, he wondered how the hell that driver actually had a license. Maybe Americans were just bad drivers. Oh well, it really wasn't his problem. He checked his phone, and saw a text from his half sister, Kitty. He had two half sisters, Iris and Kitty. They were both his mum's daughters and were in university. Neither of them had moved with Newt's family. "How's the land of the free?" Kitty asked. Of Iris and Kitty, Kitty seemed to like America more and be happier that their mum had moved to a different country. "It might not be too bad," he responded. He really hoped he was right.

(A/N: Hey guys once again sorry it took so long. Hopefully it will be faster next time. Watch out for future chapter and if you like Merlin watch out for that fanfiction too!)