For Emmasaurs10
My mom had dropped me off in front of my new school, my very first day. I waved discreetly as she drove away.
I had lived in America for maybe two months now during the summer, and now it was August.
I took a deep breath and looked up at my new school where I would be for the rest of my three years of high school.
I sighed and walked with the rest of the kids inside.
I made my way to the office, which was conveniently right beside the entrance.
The lady behind the desk, who had her gray hair up in a bun and with big glasses on her face looked up.
"Hi sweetie. What can I do for you?"
"I'm new. I need my schedule, please."
"Oh?" She noticed my accent, I guess. "Where are you from, dear?"
"Scotland." I replied, smiling a little to seem polite.
"Name?"
"Emma (y/l/n)."
After a few minutes of searching through a stack of papers, she found my paper and handed me it. I was about to leave when she said, "Wait!"
I turned around again.
"Let me call an experienced student down to show you around."
I sat in a seat as she said over the intercom:
"Wil Wheaton, Please report to the front office. Wil Wheaton. Thank you."
Five minutes later, in walked a nice, tall and thin boy with brown hair and eyes.
"Mrs. Bif?"
What a name. I thought to myself. Americans are weird.
"Wil, show this young lady around. She's new."
He looked over at me. "Okay."
He showed me around and I still didn't speak.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yes."
His eyes lit up. "You have an accent."
"So do you."
"So do you." He mocked me.
"Shut up!"
He kept mocking me for the whole day.
After school, he ran up to me. "Hey Emma, Scottish. Whatever. Go on a date with me."
"Excuse me? You spent the whole day making fun of me-'
Suddenly, he kissed me.
And we went out that Friday night and he showed me around town some more.
