A Chance At Love

History

I arrived home just in time for dinner, mum and dad had gotten back not to long before me, and Brooke was just setting everything in her room up, whilst Josh (of course) just sat playing on his Xbox.

We had ordered pizza for dinner as it was the first day in our new lives so my parents didn't want the stress of cooking tonight, which I am totally fine with, my parents cooking isn't the best. After dinner I went into my bedroom and threw on my pyjamas, a large oversized white t-shirt and long black and grey pyjama trousers. It wasn't particularly late but I was very tired and had to get used to the different time zones so I got into bed and snuggled under my duvet, I checked social media then turned my lamp by the side of my bed off. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep, dreaming about meeting Grayson all over again.

Beep beep beep beep
I woke up to the sound of my alarm, it was 6:30 on a Monday morning. It was only my second day being in America and my persistent mum was already making me start school, Josh was also starting his first day at his new school, although Brooke didn't start collage until next week. She was so lucky! I dragged myself out of bed and brushed my hair, I then picked out an outfit and laid  it out on my bed, black, ripped skinny jeans with a light grey crop top saying daydreamer and my black bomber jacket. I grabbed a towel and walked into the bathroom locking the door, Josh didn't have to wake up until 7:00am so we didn't have to worry about what time we shower. I soon got out the shower and walked back into my bedroom dripping my wet hair everywhere, I towel dried it slightly and slipped into my outfit, I then wrapped a towel around my, head and walked down our spiral staircase, I sat at our dinner table, which looked very small compared to our large kitchen, "ooo what's that smell?" I asked shuffling in my seat, my mum said nothing and just walked over to the table setting down a plate of pancakes and chocolate syrup yum! Soon Josh was joining me at the table and Brooke was still in her room asleep, once both Josh and I had finished our breakfast we both left the table, I went to my room and finished drying my hair, I then brushed it and once again tied it up in a high ponytail, it was neater this time though, I then grabbed my large makeup bag and applied concealer, foundation, mascara, eyeliner, blusher, highlighter, lipstick and filled my eyebrows in, I preferred not to do contour. I brushed my teeth then grabbed my rucksack slipping my phone into it, I hadn't had new house keys yet so I left them at home, I grabbed my penny board and left the house, I had my headphones in but rather than listening to music I was using google maps to find my way to the school.

I soon arrived at the gates, I unzipped the top of my bag and slipped my penny board inside, the top of it sticking out of my rucksack, I walked through the gates, everyone was giving me weird stares as I walked through the hall to reception, I soon found where reception was and walked over to the pale lady sat behind the desk "excuse me" I said quietly, she looked up, "oh hello, who are you?" She asked me "Elizabeth Lawson" I said "oh yes, your the new student from England aren't you" she said, "uh yes I am, I've come to collect my timetable" I said, she smiled at me and nodded as she gave me my timetable, I thanked her and walked away, my first lesson was History.

The warning bell for first lesson soon rang so I went off trying to find the classroom in a rush, hoping not to be late, I arrived just as the second bell rang, if you arrived after the bell you would be classed as late and get a break time detention. Strict or what. I walked over to my history teacher, she was small and a little chubby, she wore glasses low down on her nose and she had grey hair tied back into a neat bun. "Excuse me, miss...uhh" I said, I wasn't sure what her name was "Miss Warrington" she said to me broadly "yes miss Warrington, I'm the new student and I was wondering where to sit" I said nervously "ahhh a Brit, there's a lot of stereotypes for brits you see" she said loudly so the whole class would hear "I just want to know where to sit" I said again to her, slightly louder this time, she completely ignored me and carried on her speech about British people "they're all so annoying British people, all they talk about is tea and crumpets, or complain about the weather, if it's hot you complain, if its cold you complain if it's the perfect temperature you complain!" She started saying close to a yell, I already hated this teacher "so what makes a Brit like you move to America?" She asked slyly, I ignored her and shouted in her face "well Americans have stereotypes too you know! They're known to be fat, eating food all the time, always shouting, always killing and being total Meinu! And you are an example of all of those!" I spat through my gritted teeth. Miss Warrington stared down to me, she was bright red, as red as lava as she calmly said back to me "and what on earth does Meinu mean?" I smirked and replied back to her "you don't want to know what it means!" Miss stared me right in the eye and shouted in my face "get out of my classroom!" I turned around and stormed out the classroom, slamming the door behind me, I sat and leant against the wall, I was angry, very angry. I took a glance back through the glass in the door to see who was in the class, and surprise surprise it was only the hottie Grayson. Brilliant that makes this day better.

I was sat outside for the whole lesson, I think the teacher forgot about me. All the students walked out the classroom all staring at me, including Grayson, his eyes were so dreamy, I just get lost in them every time I look into them. Soon the last person walked out the classroom so I stood up to leave, although she didn't walk away to the next lesson like everyone else, she stopped and said hello to me, her name was Casey, she had dark blonde hair that went down to her shoulders and bright blue eyes, she was really kind and sweet and she also had a penny board sticking out of her rucksack. We started talking and we have a lot in common, we're going to hang out at break and lunch, which is great, at least I have someone to hang out with, I won't be the loner British girl.

A/N
So this is already the third chapter oh my gosh! I hope you like the story so far! And just to say I'm British so I don't mind the stereotypes about British people but the American stereotypes are just ones I made up and don't believe at all so I don't mean to offend any Americans ilyasm💘