{Colette P.O.V.}
My grandmother pulls into the school parking lot as I look at the door. I was hated at my old school in France. But this is America. And Americans have weird ways, meaning, I might finally have a chance.
I moved here to live with my grandmother after my parents died in a car accident back in France. It gets lonely sometimes but I have my grandmother and that's all that matters. I don't need anything or anyone else.
"Have a good day Colette." My grandmother says as I exit the strange car. Why is it strange? Because it doesn't have back seats and its painted three different shades of red, blood red, bright red, and a pale-almost-pink red. I wave as I walk to the front door of the building. When I walk in there are many kids running around and yelling. Maybe it won't be so different after all I think disappointedly.
I walk into the front office to retrieve my class schedule and smile at the old lady behind the desk.
"Name?" She smiles back. "Colette." I answer and she starts typing. "That's a nice accent you have. Very pretty."
"Thank you" I say as I walk out searching for room 659. I find it as soon as the bell rings so I go inside and immediately sit in the back corner away from where everyone was headed. This was a day I wasn't looking forward to.
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Ficção AdolescenteDo you ever just wonder why things happen. Like, one day, we could just stop and say, "Nope I'm not gonna." And just refuse to live. But the thing is. There ARE people who do that. People give up on life. But they don't succeed in suicide and end...
