School of Romance

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Enrique! Who is Enrique?

Chapter 1 (v.1) - New Girl

Submitted: November 15, 2013

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Chapter One!

I walked down the never ending corridor wishing I was back in France; Paris to be particular. It's not that I didn't like England; York to be particular, but I hate being in a place where I can't find a bathroom in the shopping centre and don't know the word for 'toilet'. Thanks to a nice old woman (could have been a grannie?), she saw me stood there crossing and un crossing my legs and pointed to the rather small room

with a toilet and a tiny sink. Today is my first day of English school, I have practiced my English very much, but I still make some mistakes which annoy me very much as I like to call English my second language.

I am wearing red converse, blue skinny jeans and a polar bear three quarter length sleeved top with my jacket in my rucksack in case needed. It was very warm for May, I wore my hair in a pony tail unable to think of what to do with it. I am wearing also my bracelet with the wolf on it (wolves are my most fav animals in the world) that my old friends got me as a present.

I miss my old Mon amies back at my old school. They have been very kind about my moving to England by giving me presents and e-mailing me constantly. I hope to the Lord I can fit in with some new friends. A girl can only dream, right? Right now, I'm walking down a school corridor to the Headmasters office with my mama, I'm glad she's here. Also she brought a diet coke for me, she doesn't know that I knew she got it for me to try and cheer me up. If that makes sense. Then suddenly, we're here. Oh Jesus! What do I say? How do English people act, how do they stand? "It's going to be okay Erika, calm down. Remember; breathe. I don't want you to have another panic attack"

Mama always knows what to say. I am also prone to panic attacks which my previous French doctor told me it was normal because of stress; e.g. moving. I don't even know who my new doctor is, he might even be nice who ever knows... Am I over thinking my new life too much? Okay I might be... Mama opens the door into the Headmasters office and the first thing I see is a bald man sat at a desk eating chocolate fingers. I am unsure of how to think of this. I just stand in the doorway until mama sits down and waits for the man to finish his extensive chocolate eating. All that chocolate must be unhealthy!

But I do know how soothing and tasty chocolate can be. I do my best not to judge this man but I can't stop myself giving mama a sly grin that the man can't see. She told her hand over her mouth giggling a little but not so the man can see. "Please sit, sit sorry I erm...my wife likes to spoil me sometimes" Mama goes stiff suddenly when the man says 'wife'. My papa hasn't left us, he just....I go stiff as well as I can't think of anything else to do in this situation. Should I tell this man about papa? No, I can't accept this. "So at Good Charlotte High School? This is one of the best schools in the area I'm glad you picked it but if you please ma'am what brings you to England?"

The man breaks off my thoughts and bites another finger. I wait until mama speaks, which she hopefully will. Please mama speak I willed her. Mama looks at the man then takes a deep breath. "This school seems to be the best in the area so I'm sure you'll fit right in Erika, can I have a look around erm..."

"Please Mr Stephenson, I'm sure you'll fit right in and yes I an give a tour of our school but if Erika's starting today then she really must be getting to her form room as it's almost ten to nine and she needs to know where her classes are. Or you know; give her time to settle in?" I do not like Mr Stephenson. In fact: I hate Mr Stephenson! What does he know about my life, does he think I'm just another student with minor family problems that can be solved when my parent say I can go to the party. I restrain myself from attacking my new Headmaster and sit on my hands to stop them from whipping out and moving on their own accord. I looked over at mama for advice on what to do or what to say. I have to be strong for the both of us.

Mama looks like she wants to get back on the plane to Paris to see our old family and friends, but that would be the easiest thing to do and so, I give her a tiny nod and turn my attention to Mr Stephenson and say. "Thank you Mr Stephenson sir, don't look so worried mama I'll be fine!" I'll regret that later probably. Right now though it's the only thing I can think of doing. Mama still looks unsure but gives in and we're granted a tour by the Headmasters assistant. I get guided to my form room and left there without any other advice other then 'Good Luck'. Mama gives me a small wave as she listens to the assistants babble on about the history of the schools wealth.

What did that mean 'Good Luck'. That's what they say to people in the Army when they go in for a dangers mission. I am suddenly very scared when I can hear the noise from outside the shut door. If I cry and run away that's not going to solve anything though, only that I'd just have to do this again and next time it might be worse. If today goes wrong then I'll just bundle up my feelings and throw them away; no point in crying over spilt milk. Then I do it. I open the form room door and close my eyes and step into the room without looking at the students. I can tell the classrooms' filled with chaos. The man sat at the desk looks a little suicidal whether that's to do with the form or just his life decisions I am unsure. I think I may have just walked into the gates of Hell to be honest.

"Excuse me Mr..erm Sir?" I look around at him in case he's wearing some sort of name badge or something to indicate his name as I am utterly lost. If I walk out now will anyone even know? I hope not a I'm considering it.

"New girl? Miss Erika Milestone?"

He sighs.

"Erm yes?"

He knows my name! How, when and why? I find it rude that he knows my name and I don't have a clue who he is, or how I make friends in this ramble of teenagers. I bite my bottom lip. The man, my form tutor, I think sighs again. He hands me a slip and wipes his glasses with a cloth pulled from his top jacket pocket. I turn around to look at the mixture of groups. Where do I want to be this year, an emo? A jock's bird? An art girl? I bite my bottom lip again. "You'll ruin your lips when doing that Missy" I turn to see a lad about my age, he has dark brown hair curving around his face very sexily. He has a slight Mexican accent. I instinctively like it and brake out in a smile slash blush. He is also wearing a green and white checked shirt with a black shirt underneath.

Jeans and black Chuck Taylors. Very sexy. I blushed again. "Hi I'm Erika Milestone, the new girl from France" I told him still blushing like an idiot. He grins back at me and I have to stare at my feet. He is very good looking but why is he talking to me, I'm not that attractive am I? I take this as a chance to look around at the other students. At the back are six boys and four girls laughing at possible rude and inappropriate things. Three nerdy looking guys near the middle ready science fiction or something and playing chess, three girls and a good looking guy were looking in our direction, I think they were just talking and eating harribos. Two girls were painting on some canvas with oil paints. Lastly, there were five boys were talking loudly about video games. "I'm Mexican, your French; I've got brown hair and brown eyes and you've got auburn hair and sparkly blue eyes. Different people non?" His trying to be French accent was totally cute!

I was trying to think of something to say when the good looking guy and the three girls came walking towards us gesturing us to sit at their table.

Authors note: Hi guys! Hope your all okay! Thanks for reading my first chapter of my new novel; thank you! Please read the next chapter and find out who the people on the table were. Are they nice people? Like, Comment!!! :D


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