Us

Arrival in Italy

                                                                   POV :  THIRD PERSON                                           

Emma's suitcase thudded against the cobblestone street as she struggled to keep up with her mom through the winding alleys of Florence. They'd only just arrived in Italy, but the beauty and energy of the city overwhelmed her senses. Ancient buildings stood side-by-side with sleek cafés, and the smell of espresso and fresh bread wafted through the air. It was so different from her small hometown back in Canada that it felt almost surreal.

They finally arrived at the tall, old building that would be their new home. "Here we are!" her mom said cheerily, sliding a heavy key into the lock and pushing open the heavy wooden door. Inside, everything felt a little colder, and the stone walls seemed to hold secrets from centuries ago. Emma shivered, though it wasn't from the chill; it was the thrill of starting somewhere completely new.

But it was the next day, her first day of school, that really made her stomach twist. She spent the morning adjusting her uniform in the mirror, trying to keep herself calm. What if they all stare? What if no one talks to me? She practiced her Italian under her breath: "Ciao, mi chiamo Emma..." It felt weird on her tongue, still stiff and unpracticed.

Emma took a deep breath before stepping into the busy school courtyard. People were everywhere—talking, laughing, yelling across the yard in rapid Italian. Her heart pounded as she scanned the sea of unfamiliar faces, hoping for just one friendly smile. But before she could take another step, someone crashed into her from behind, sending her sprawling forward, her books tumbling to the ground.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Emma shouted, turning to see a tall boy with dark hair and an annoyed expression staring down at her. 

He looked about her age, with intense green eyes that narrowed when he spoke.

He scoffed, "Maybe you should get out of the way, straniera." His voice was dripping with disdain, and even though she didn't know what straniera meant,

 Emma could tell it wasn't friendly.

Emma's face flushed. She scrambled to pick up her books, feeling her cheeks burn as he watched her. She muttered something under her breath, but he just rolled his eyes and walked off without a second glance. Great, she thought. Day one, and I've already made an enemy.

As she made her way to her first class, she kept seeing him out of the corner of her eye, laughing with his friends or staring coolly in her direction, as if daring her to make a wrong move again. Her new enemy was everywhere, and no matter how hard she tried to ignore him, he seemed determined to remind her she didn't belong.

Fine, she thought, glaring at him across the hall. If it's a battle he wants, it's a battle he'll get.

Sorry guys ik this chapter is so short its just its kinda hard to write the first chapter.

Guys give me some ideas or suggestions u want in this book, 

bisou,