More Than Just Another Girl

So this is my 2nd story! Yay! But you know I have another one... Oh, well. I'll just be jumping from one to another. So if I don't post a new part on one story, you'll know the reason!

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I wake up at the sound of my alarm. I blink at the unfamiliar ceiling as I try to get my bearings. Then I remember that today is my first day at my new school in London, England.

My mom pokes her head into my room. "Get ready, Lauren, or you're going to miss the bus."

I roll out of bed. I take a quick shower and then pull on black skinny jeans, a plaid button up shirt, and some Vans sneakers.

I go downstairs and my mom sets a plate of pancakes down in front of me. I stuff them into my mouth and then run out of the house, my back pack over my shoulder.

I'm the first one at my bus stop, so I take my iPhone 5 out of my pocket and listen to music.

Someone taps my shoulder. I look up to see a girl with strawberry blond hair staring at me in curiosity. She has bright blue eyes and she gestures for me to take my earbuds out.

"Hey!" She says brightly. "My name is Danielle Garrett. What's yours?"

"Lauren Snyder," I say, fascinated by the other girl'a British accent.

"Hey... You're not from around here, are you?" She asks, recognition dawning in her voice as I speak. I blush.

"I moved here from America," I mumble. She grins.

"Awesome! A foreigner!" She yells. "I love your accent, gal!"

I blush even harder. "I love yours, too!"

She beams. "Can I be your first friend here? Or do you already have a friend?"

"I don't no anyone, so you're going to be the first..." I begin, but she squeals and jumps up and down.

"I get to be your first friend? Yayyyy!" She screams. I smile and we chat as more people come over.

"Hey, look!" A girl says. She comes over to Danielle. "Hey, Dani! Who are you talking to?"

"Hey, Sarah!" Dani says. "This is Lauren. She's from America!"

Sarah's eyes light up. "Really? Can I hear your accent? Pretty please?"

I smile and blush. "Everyone seems to love my accent. Why?"

She squeals. "Oh my God! An American! This is awesome!"

"You see, my friend," Dani says, slinging we arm around my shoulders, "no one here has ever heard an American accent in person. We've seen it one the telly, of course, but never in person. So when someone from America moves here, well. It'a definitely a nice surprise."

"Can I be your friend?" Sarah asks excitedly, and I nod. I smile as we chat.

When the bus rolls up, we get on together and sit with each other. We talk, and more an more people stare at me as they realize my accent isn't British.

While Dani, Sarah and I had been talking, we found out that we had six classes together. We're so excited.

When we get to school, I go to the principal's office to get my locker combination and number. Then I find out that Dani's and Sarah's lockers are right next to mine.

We walk into Maths. They start telling me about which people are cool and which people aren't (according to them).

When they get to Joshua Hoffman, they both sigh dreamily.

"He's the most hottest guy in school," Dani says, swooning. And I mean it when I say she swoons. Sarah had to catch her.

"Don't listen to Dani," Sarah says, rolling her eyes. "Joshua has had at least every single cheerleader in bed at least twice. He's such a player."

This makes me think about the football jocks in America. I shake my head and say, "From what you guys have been telling me, he sounds like one of the jocks in America."

"Ooh, American jocks?" They perk up. "What are they like?"

"They're such players," I say. 'The only thing they want in a girl is curves. Then the next thing they want is sex, sex, and more sex, until they decide they're done with you and dump you."

They look at me. "Really?"

"Yeah," I say. "This is coming from an American, remember?"

They shake their heads. "Wow. They're bad people."

Then I feel a warm tingling sensation on the back of my neck. My eyes widen, and theirs do too. We slowly turn towards the door.

A boy with brownish-blondish hair is staring at me, a smirk on his face. He has pale skin (don't they all?) and his hair is styles in a quiff. The thing about him that draws me in, though, is his eyes.

They're almost like onyxes. They shine brightly, but they're dark. Darker than black, although I don't know how that'a possible. And then I know who this is.

Joshua Hoffman