Little Miss Obvious

Prologue

The only thing I could feel at the moment pain and hunger and thirst. All those times I had spent in the last few days in a hotel room crowded with several other people. I'm not trying to complain at the hotel room, I'm complaining about being thrown into a country whose language I cannot speak. The pain was from last nights opened scars. The hunger from not eating anything since Saturday night. Right now it was Monday morning. The thirst came from stress. When I'm stressed out or pressured I get thirsty.

I look around the office trying to look for something to get me water. or someone. I honestly don't care right now.

Once I have my schedule and locker and all that great stuff, I head out into the hall. I walk and walk trying to get to Algebra. I was almost positive I made it to my class when someone nocked right into me. I fell back straight onto the cold hard ground full power. I look up rubbing my head to see a boy. He seemed a few years older than me but it really didn't matter. I'd probably just get up and leave and hope he left me alone. I knew one thing for sure. I shouldn't be here in Sweden for too long. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome. I sighed but went to get up.

" Oh wow se upp !! Du kanske vill titta på vart du ska!*" I look up completely confused at the boy I ran into. He had somewhat long light brown coloured hair. He had nice brown eyes and when I stood up he was like a giant!!

"Sorry. I can't understand you." I cringe at my own slight French American accent. It was horrible. I don't understand how Carter or Kellin could deal with me and this horrible voice. Once again I sigh.

"You sigh a lot don't you?" I look up at him and nod. He sticks his hand in my hair then shuffles his hand while still in my hair. Are you really ruffling my hair? I shake my head trying to forget his actions. I look up at him once more.

"Wow you're very short." he says as he watches me walk away. He runs up to me as I reach for the handle of my algebra class. He grabs my hand.

"You don't look like this is your last year in high school." He whispers trying to be quiet. I quickly pull my hand away from under his.

"Why do you say that?" in ask standing on my tippy toes. He leans backwards and gulps.

"Well you look like you're in tenth . You don't look that old." I roll my eyes. He has a nice accent. I shake my head trying to get that out of my head. I quickly twirl around.

"I'm in nineth." I mumble as start walking over to the stairs. I sit down on the second step, placing my head in my hands.

"Why so gloomy?" he asks trying to start a conversation. I roll my eyes at Hus attempt to get an actual conversation out of me. I continue to ignore him.

"My name is Petter." he says sticking his hand out to me. I hesitantly take it and he shakes it softly. He seems like a nice guy. I might hang out with him. He smiles thenvlooks over at me.

"I realize you might be feeling some weird emotion you can't control. But if help is what you seek, you came to the right guy. I'll help through this." I nod causing a slight chuckle to escape from his mouth. He gets up then sticks his hand out for me to take it. I gladly take his help in helping me up.

"I'm Alexandria by the way." I say looking down trying use my blonde hair to cover my face.

"Interesting name you got there Alexandria. Can I call you Alex?" I nod as we continue walking until we stop at a door.

"This is your nineth grade algebra glass. Now listen to me closely. Lunch is after fifeth period. You wait outside your fifeth period glass and we can hang out at lunch. Sound good?"