I jog down the road to my school and slowly enter the building. This is going to be horrible.... All the stares from the other students don't bother me, because I'm so use to it.


I don't know where any of my classes are.

I don't know anyone here.

I don't know anything.

I run into someones chest and fall flat on my bum. I look up at the blonde standing over me, crouch to my
height.

"Im so sorry! I should have been watching where i was going.... You must be the new girl." He shows familiar, and looks it a bit, but i cant place him. He takes my hands and helps me to my feet.

"Eeeerrrrmmmm.... Thank you, I guess? And yes, I am the new girl. My name is Isabella Carrington. Whats your name?" He looks me up and down, shocked by my accent i assume.

"Your british? Where did you grow up?"

He actually cares where I'm from? Maybe i will have a friend or two at this school.

"Wolverhampton, but i moved to London not too long ago." He smiles.

"Me and my brother was born there, but i was sent to live with my American relitives.