The Shenanigans of the Pink Bra

And Then I Met You....

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Taylor's P.O.V:

The first day of school is the first day of an academic year. Well, not for someone like me.  If have to be truthful being a new student in a new school let alone a new country or continent can be very nerve-wracking. Wandering through the halls of the new school and looking willy-nilly at the extraordinary and strange faces, I may not have been careful as I soon find myself colliding with someone. "Oh! Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Hope you are not hurt?!!" I blurted out these words of concern as I wanted to have a smooth first day without feuding with the students. The girl I bumped into had great curly blonde hair almost identical to mine also she had a pretty structured face. 'Wow!' Was the only thing I could imagine, it is the first-day DEAR GOD I DON'T WANT PROBLEMS!!!

"Oh, I'm fine. No need to fret. Oh! Wait! American accent?! You must be the new student? Right?" The curly-haired girl asked with quite a curiosity also having the same accent like mine. "Oh!? Where are my manners? Lol! My name is Abigail. Likewise, I'm also from the states." Abigail had a sweet high pitched voice that boomed with each enthusiastic word she spoke. She quite frankly had a disposition that could make you want to be her friend. Maybe this is a good start, my subconsciousness chirped in.

"Hello! Abigail, my name is Taylor. And yes you guessed that precisely right." I asserted trying to correspond to her emotion and enthusiasm. "My family recently moved to England and this is my first day, to be honest, I am very anxious and nearly on the brink of anxiety," I confessed almost whispering out the words. "Oh! Don't be. Let me guide you through the school, we have to stick together to coexist with these Brits! " Abigail said almost chuckling. I was so glad that she was ready to help me and stick by me. See maybe I'm getting along, maybe this school year won't be too bad.

While walking towards our class she explained to me the various extracurricular activities that took place in school. Also about the various facilities like swimming pool, gymnasium, library, different labs, dining area, etc. When we reached the class, the teacher was already there along with the handful of students who had arrived before the time. As soon as his eyes landed on both of us he nodded towards us, motioning to join the class.

"Good morning, dear! You must be Miss Swift? I was made aware of the new arrival to the class." The teacher said with his smooth English accent. "I'm Mr. Brown. Jeremy Brown. And I take this class's Mathematics." The teacher acquainted himself, forwarding his arm for a handshake. "Hello! Mr. Brown, I'm looking forward to attending your class." I replied sincerely. Abigail and I went and sat near the sides of the class which was closer to the windows.

(So I changed to Jeremy Brown from Robert Brown, for no apparent reason but also a reason could be that my favorite sitcom 'Mind Your Language' had a teacher named Jeremy Brown.)

Soon the pupils started to arrive and the class began to fill up. The very last students who arrived at the class seemed like a clique of friends, these students looked like they did not worry about the world. With the corner of my eye, I glanced towards the seats where they settled themselves down. One of the guys had long silky smooth hair, while the other two had brunette hair. The girls had dirty blonde and red hair respectively. It's so funny how we can evaluate someone based on their appearance and attire. Stop it Taylor they're gonna think that you are a freak.

Often when I'm lost in my thoughts I find myself shutting down from the outside world. Where words turn into simple whispers. It's almost like I could hear the faint whispering right now. It almost sounds similar to my name. I'm jerked out of my reverie of imagining myself running my hands on those soft silky blonde hair. Abigail, who was seated beside me gestured me to look in front, which I did, and to my terrible fate, Mr. Brown was looking straight in my direction. "Miss Taylor, I appreciate that you are reasonably curious about your new peers but I would very much like you to pay attention in my class." The schoolteacher asserted with a serious tone.