Hello, I'm Tonka and this is my first book, Changing Hearts. I'm not sure if this is ok or not, so if I get 3 comments I'll post the next chapter. Spread the word! Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm still getting used to this. To the moon and back, Tonka.
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Hi. my name is Karlee Grove, but everyone calls me Lee. I've just moved to Hervey Bay, which is in Queensland, Australia. i used to live in London, England. My mum got a job here as a kindergarten teacher. I never really knew my dad. Anyway, I'm stuck at home until school starts next week. It's so hot here in Australia! The sky is always blue, and the sun is constantly shining. Nothing like cold, gray England. London was always so busy, with people hurrying from one place to another and never stopping to chat. In Hervey Bay, it seems all people do is chat! Always stoping in the street to talk to friends, gives this small city a really relaxed atmosphere. Even though it's the holidays, and a Monday, there's noone around except a bunch of kids hanging out at the park at the end of my new street.
The first day of school is Monday, next week. Not only is it my first day at a new school in a new country, it's also my first day at high school. I'm so scared, because I hate people judging me. My accent, my looks, my shyness... But everyone in Australia has been really friendly so far. And tan. Very tan. Unlike my porcelain skin. I have a few freckles scattered across my nose and cheeks, but appart from that my skin is whiter than snow. I've heard it doesn't snow in Australia. How funny to have a Christmas without snow... Anyway. My skin looks strange with my brown hair that reaches my waist, and my dull green eyes. Honestly, I can barely look at myself.
*One week later. First day of school*
I pull my hair in a side pony tail, low so it hangs over my shoulder. I look like a dork in my new uniform, which is a green, yellow and blue polo shirt over a pair of shorts. I feel like a boy without the blazer and skirt I had at my old school. "Are you sure this is the right uniform?" I ask my mum for the millionth time. "Yes! All boys and girls wear the same uniform on everyday except Wednesday, which is when you wear your formal uniform. Oh, and on Fridays you wear your house shirt. You're in the blue house, Buthu. See you this afternoon!" She exclaims as she rushes out the door. "Love you!" She calls from her car. "Love you too!" I yell back as she backs out of the drive. I check my watch and sigh. Time to go to school. I grab an apple off the kitchen bench, shove it in my backpack and lock the front door behind be. Off to my new school. Yay. *Note the sarcasim*
I get to school at 8:30 exactly. Good, time to go check into the office and collect my schedule. I stand outside the front doors of a big building, trying to calm myself down. The doors read "Xavier Catholic School, Front Office". Well, at least I'm at the right place. I steady myself and push open the front door.
There's a nice looking lady behind the front desk. She's talking to a boy around my age, with messy brown hair. His back's to me so I can't see his face. "No Luke, you cannot drop English!" She sighs, exasperated. "Fine." Huffs the boy, who I expect is Luke. He turns to leave, but freezes when he sees me. My breath catches in my throat. His deep brown eyes, his tan skin, his messy brown hair. Everything about him is perfect. He winks at me as he passes, walking with SWAG. (Sorry had to say that ^.^) I feel a blush creep over my cheeks. What's wrong with me? I don't even know him!
