New Begining

Chapter 2

When I was dreaming of American high school, I was dreaming about the schools you can see in Americans teenager movies. Well... My school didn't really looked like that. The only things that changed from mine is that it was way bigger with a lot more students in it. It actually scared me a lot.

I took a deep breath and I started walking into my first class.

"Math... It's gonna be fun." I thought.

The teacher, Mr Brown, introduced me to my class and let me take a seat.

I walked over the bottom of the class and didn't find any chair alone. I unfortunately had to sit next to someone. It was a guy with black hair and brown eyes. He smiled at me before putting his head down on his desk. I noticed he had a lip piercing. He also had a scorpion tattooed on his neck. It seemed like I sat down next to the bad guy of the class. I pulled down my things and started listening to the lesson. Like I thought, I didn't understand anything. I looked at my neighbor who was sleeping on his desk. I felt a bit uncomfortable.

After twenty long minutes, the guy looked up to me and said :

"Are you good at math ?!"

"Well, not really..." I said embarrassed.

"Shit ! I thought you could help me cheating on exams !" He said angrily.

"Sorry." I said, turning back to listen to the lesson.

"I'm Frank by the way." He smiled.

"I'm Rose."

"Welcome to America Frenchie !"

"Thanks"

Mr Brown yelled at us :

"Frank ! Stop talking to Rose and let her focus !"

Frank laughed and put his head down on his desk. This guy was kind of funny. Math class could become cooler next to him.

We finished the class in silence.

After this I went to art class.

I'm pretty good at drawing so I think I might enjoy this class.

The teacher explained the subject and I started drawing. I became really concentrated on it when a voice interrupted me.

"The proportions aren't good"

Who the fuck was this person to tell me what I did wasn't good ?!

I turned back on my chair to see a guy with black and dirty hair. He was holding a painting with a pink monkey and an Alien. It was a really beautiful painting.

When he saw the face I was making he said shyly :

"The arms of your skeleton are too short"

"Really ?" I said nicely

"Yeah !" He took a pencil and drew on my sheet "I think they should end here."