Also I am British, I have no clue about American schools so don't judge lol, I'm probably going to get a bit wrong:D
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"George come on! You're going to be late." A voice called from downstairs, causing George to jolt awake.
He groaned at the realisation it was his mum, calling his to get ready for the dreaded day ahead.
He rolled onto his back, hands behind his head and glared up at the ceiling, wishing he was back in England.
George didn't necessarily hate school, he didn't love it, but his friends made it bearable, but they were in England and he is in America.
"George hurry up!" His mum called again.
"I'm coming!" George yelled back, leaping out of his bed to get ready.
Around 10 minutes or so later, George was fully ready. One of the biggest benefits about going to an American school is that he got to wear his own clothes, in his old school you had to wear uniform.
He slumped out of his bedroom and greeted his mum downstairs who was waiting for him impatiently.
"Finally! Let's go!" She said, rushing. She handed George a piece of toast, to which he grabbed and followed her out of the house and to the car.
The drive to school was only around 5 minutes, George spent this time lost in his thoughts.
A horrible, sick feeling sat at the bottom of George's stomach, nerves most likely.
Before he knew it, they had arrived at school, he said his goodbyes to his mum and jumped out of the car, walking towards the large, brick building.
He had been provided with all his school supplies a couple days prior, so he already had his schedule.
Thankfully he had a free period, he never had free periods in his old school, so he wasn't actually too sure what he was going to do.
After wandering around the school for some time, he found himself in-front of the school library, which actually lightened his mood.
George absolutely loved to read, It was like an escape from reality. It was calming.
He wandered into the library, walking up to the bookshelf and tracing his finger along the books, mesmerised by how many options there were.
He settled on a book and found his way to an empty table, sitting down and opening the book.
After a few minutes of getting lost into his book, he got the urge to look up from his book.
When he did his eyes locked on a boy, he had dirty blonde hair and looked as though he was completely lost in a book. The view caused George to smile as he continued to stare at the peaceful boy.
He was beautiful.
George tried to continue reading his book but caught himself often glancing at the boy on the table across from him, they boy hadn't looked up from his book.
George just decided he'd just find another book to read, as this one clearly wasn't interesting enough.
He walked up to the bookshelf, looking through the books. He glanced back to see the boy, who was no longer there.
George didn't pay too much attention to it, he went to face back to the bookshelf when he felt the presence of another stood beside him, searching the bookshelf.
"You tend to stare a lot, did you know that?" A deep voice said.
George looked to his left to see the boy he was staring at, right next to him. His voice was soothing, and his eyes, although to George they were yellow, he could tell they were beautiful.
