I woke up suddenly. Then I wondered, did this really happen? It seemed so real, as if I could actually touch him. I told myself to get under control. It was just a dream. The next day, we started to unpack. My room was now painted black with Paramore, Iron Maiden, 3oh!3, and other band posters. My sheets were blood red, and same with my curtains. Then once again, that night, I dreamt bout the boy. I decided to not tell anyone, especially mother, about it. At school, I was welcomed pretty nicely. The only problem was that I had a V-Neck shirt, and boys were trying to look down it. "Nice..."
I could hear them say.
"What, are all Americans pervs? I mean, will you bugger off?"
"Ooh, New girl talking dirty. I like it."
"Go fuck yourself, arshole, cos no one would wanna fuck you"
Then I walked off.
I sat alone at my lunch table, cos some people were afraid of me.
Then I saw another girl. She hate chesnut brown hair with some red highlights.
I let her sit with me cos the other spots were full.
"Hi, I'm Bella."
"The name's Cummins. Hannah Cummins."
"James Bond fan?" She asked excitedly.
"MAJORLY!" I replied loudly.
We fist-bumped, and that was where our friendship began.