Intro:
I walked up the steps of my new school. Moving from Japan all the way to A small town in Canada, that I don't even thinks on a map, was the hardest damn thing I ever really did. Though living in Japan with my Dad wasn't any cherry pie either.
I groaned as I looked at the little slip of paper that said my first class was, indeed, French! WHY ME! I walked up the stairs carefully, trying not to drop and of my books and the pencil I was balancing on my nose. Yes, nose.
I'm not Chinese. I don't have black hair or slanty eyes, I have very dark, messy looking blonde hair and teal eyes – and there not slanted -. I'm Australian and Finnish, hence blonde hair and my….unique eyes.
Moving here with my three little sisters wasn't fun. (yes I said three) The little clones, May, Mya and Amy. Their little miniature versions of me. Except there eyes are…..like…brown…. Lame, dirty, dirt colored brown.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't see the short kid walk around the corner, and sure as hell I didn't see him run into me! Whap! I was on the ground, books scattered. I groaned and rubbed my forehead.
"Why don't you watch where your going you a-"
"My, my, my, Is this Rayn Lohti? I've been looking forward to meeting you! I'm Mr. Chapman!" Mr. Chapman greeted. I hate principles….
But the principle wasn't the one who ran me over! It was the short kid staring at me. He had darker skin than me, and blackish-brown hair down to his shoulders. Fricken pretty boy If you ask me. It looked like it took him longer to do his hair than it took me to have a shower and get ready this morning!
"Ah, Marco, Are you late for you class?" Mr. Chapman asked curiously.
I chuckled. Polo! I thought smiling. Oh, bet that's real original Rayn, I bet kids love calling him Marco Polo! I grinned to myself. Shut up….
"I believe Rayn has the same class as you, French, I presume? Anyway, why don't you show her to the class room!" he paused. "And clean up these books while your at it…"
I sighed and quickly cleaned up my books. He was still staring at me when I was done. Weird kid. "Well! Where's the class?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh…uh…this way" He pointed, but didn't move. I rolled my eyes and headed up the stairs. I wonder what wrong with that kid.