Tardis High

First Impressions

Matt's P.O.V.

I was on the plane looking over the latest movie my brothers and I made. It may even be our last because our camera man, Garrett, is in England and well we can't really record if we don't have a camera man. And our editor, Ben, is in England too so I have to edit it.

I took my ear buds out and I looked over across from me and saw that my brothers were picking out movies to watch. Well I say discussing I really mean that they are arguing.

"World War Z!"

"Dark Knight!"

"World War Z!"

"Dark Knight!"

I grinned. They were such children. I click on the other tab and continue on my photoshop image of David that says in a text box "I am a loser". I kept smiling as I gave him big eyes and ducks for hands.

"Matt! Tell Christopher that Dark Knight is way better than World War Z!" I heard David say and I quickly clicked on the other tab.

"No Matt tell David that World War Z is the best!" Christopher said.

"Actually you're both wrong." I told them and whipped a movie case out and tossed it to them.

Christopher caught it and looked at the cover.

"This is Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope." He said confused.

"Yes it is." I say smirking and I put my ear buds back in so they couldn't object.

I then continued working on the movie editing. Oh and yes Ben, Garrett, Christopher, David and I make movies. Well sort of movies they're only 20 minutes long and only three actors, David, Christopher and I are the actors. We post the movies on YouTube and they get some ok views and comments.

I turned on my phone to check the time. 2 hours left.

2 hours until America.

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2 hours and 30 minutes later

We were all standing in front of our new house. Our parents couldn't come so we have to live with a new guardian until we're 18.

The house looked nice. I mean I couldn't tell from the outside but it was big and had a long driveway.

David rung the doorbell. Typical David always taking the first move.

We heard footsteps inside and the doorknob turn. A lady stood before us. She looked like she was in her early 50s and had black hair tucked up in a bun. She wore some make up and the usual old lady clothes.

"Ah hello you must be Matt, David and Christopher my name is Margret." She said while gesturing us. "Welcome, welcome!" She said cheerfully while hugging each of us.

"Please come in." She said walking inside.

We walked inside and saw there was a large staircase with a sitting room that could be seen on to right and a dining room on the left.

"Make yourselves at home and follow me please." She walked up the stairs and we followed still carrying all our stuff.

"Now I have three bedrooms for all of you." She said while walking. Thank god I won't have to share a room!

We got upstairs and I could see that there are four bedrooms and I could see a bathroom and I'm guessing there is a bathroom in the master bedroom.

"Yes and I know there is only one bathroom for you three up here but you'll just have to manage." She spoke while I looked around and tried to see all the details of the house.

"You three can choose which bedrooms you want but no fighting." She said the last part very stern.

David went for the room at the end of the hallway and Christopher went to the room that was near the master bedroom. So I choose the room that was the first room you see when you walk up the stairs and also next to the bathroom.

It was a decent sized room. It had a bunk bed with red sheets and dark wood. There was a dark wood dresser with silver latches. And also an empty shelf which I will fill up with all my stuff. The window I'm the room was medium sized with gray curtains.

"So how do you like your room Matt?" I heard Margaret ask from behind me.

"Oh uh..." I said a jumped a little bit. "It's good. I mean it's better that the one I had in England."

"Well that's good so why don't you finish unpacking and I'll be downstairs if you need me." She said and walked out of the room.

I knelt down and opened a suitcase with all my clothes in it. I had t-shirts, jeans, jerseys, socks. I sighed a picked them up and out then in the dresser. I looked through all my clothes. Most were polo shirts and some were regular t-shirts.

"I wonder what Americans wear?" I asked myself putting a stack of shirts in my dresser.

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I was almost done unpacking. It'd been 20 minutes. I was lying on my bed tired.

I heard a knock on the doorway. I sat up and saw is was Christopher.

"Hey." I say to him.

"Hey." He said back. "Do you like your room?"

"It's better now that all my stuff is in it." I said.

"What's school gonna be like?" Christopher asked.

"I don't know and I hope it's not awkward." I said lying back down.

"Any first impressions on America?" He asked trying to continue the conversation.

"Well they drive on the other side of the road and to be honest a lot of the stereotypes aren't true." I said to him looking at the ceiling.

"Yeah I agree." He said and then I heard him walk out.

It's been a long day. And I haven't even finished unpacking. Maybe I'll take a nap. And I drifted to sleep.

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David's P.O.V.

I had just finished putting my clothes in my dresser. And I had a lot of clothes. How else are you supposed to get a girl?

I looked around my room again seeing the double bed with blue and grey sheets. There were two wall shelves and a white dresser. Grey walls and black carpets.

I jumped onto my bed and turned on my phone. Opened up the messages app. And texted my best friend Garrett.

D: Hey I'm in the USA

G: How is it

D: Different than I was expecting

G: How so

D: Well for one they drive on the other side of the road

G: Everyone knows that

D: Well I've only been here for half an hour okay

G: Yeah your right

D:😎

G: It's getting late

D: It's only 11 am

G: Not here

D: Oh yeah

I switched off my phone and laid in my bed. Man I was tired. Must be from all the unpacking. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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Christopher's P.O.V.

I walked back into my room after talking to Matt. He doesn't really hold a good conversation when he was tired.

Come to think of it I was pretty tired myself.

I walked into my room with a single bed with white sheets and a dresser near it. A shelf and a desk sit near too.

I fell into my bed and turned on my phone and played a game.

Before I knew it I was fast asleep.