I sighed, waking up to the sound of Amber rushing around the house. I groaned and rolled off the couch, straight on the floor.
"Mother of god!! Damn that hurt." I groaned, getting off the floor. Amber walked in and smiled at me.
"Get dressed and grab your stuff. It's your first day at the new school." Amber said and I mumbled a line of swear words, walking up to my room. I walked over to my closet, grabbing my clothes for the day and putting them on.
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Once I had my clothes on, I put my hair up in a ponytail before grabbing my phone and bag. I walked downstairs and smiled at Amber, her staring at my outfit choice.
"Really, that's what you're wearing in this weather?" Amber asked.
"Amber, darling, I've worn a winter coat in the middle of the summer back in Cali. This weather is nothing to me." I might be from California, United States, but I'm full Hispanic. That means I have very tan skin, a small hispanic accent, and I'm actually fluent in both Spanish and French.
I'm used to the hot weather because I lived in Cali my whole life, and I wore winter clothes in the middle of the summer back in Cali a lot. I was the weird kid back in Cali but everyone feared me. Was never sure why but I liked being feared, I got away with a lot of stuff.
"Whatever, let's go." Amber said and we walked out of the apartment. She locked the door and we walked to her car, getting in. She started the car up and drove to the school, in complete silence. Amber knows I hate talking in the mornings but I'm extremely shy when I'm the new girl.
And I'm on another continent so being the new girl is a big deal here. Especially if you have an American accent. Amber parked the car in front of the school and we got out. Everyone looked over and saw me, whispering things to each other.
"Don't worry, they're just shocked the new girl is with me." Amber said.
"Why?" I asked and we walked to the school doors.
"I'm kinda popular here in Norwest. Not as popular as the head cheerleader, Crystal, but I'm popular." Amber said.
"Crystal sounds like a slut." I said.
"You just heard her name and got her right. She'll sleep with anyone, even a girl, just to get attention. She's a whore and a total liar. Her friend, Arzaylea, is a liar and a slut as well. They're both cheerleaders and you don't wanna mess with them." Amber said.
"Makes me wanna mess with them even more." I smirked and Amber rolled her eyes.
"Always were like that, you insane little hispanic." Amber said.
"Oh quit saying that. I don't need people here knowing my ethnicity." I growled.
"Whatever, Hazel." Amber said and we walked to the office. I got my schedule for the day and we walked to my first class.
"So since you have Music with Mr. Luca first, let me tell you who's in the class." Amber said and walked down the hall.
"Well there's Arzaylea. Can't sing even if her life depended on it. There's Michael, the boy who's constantly dying his hair bizarre colours." Amber said.
"Anyone else?" I asked.
"Besides those two and my close friend, Rosa, not really. Oh, there's also Josh Dun, a drummer, and Harry Styles, a singer who's a bit strange if you ask me. He's British by the way." Amber said.
"Who?" I asked and we stopped in front of my class.
"Harry. Oh and he's a flirt so please, don't get sent home on your first day for punching a kid in the face." Amber said.
I smiled. "I'll try." I waved to Amber and walked into my class, looking at the teacher.
He looked at me and smiled. "You must be the new student, I'm Mr. Luca." He said and I nodded.
"So, what's your name, ma'am?" Mr. Luca asked.
"It's Hazel." I said.
"Oh, and where are you from?" Mr. Luca asked.
"California." I said.
"Well you're a long way from home, miss Hazel. Did you take music before?" Mr. Luca asked.
"Yes. I sang and played guitar for my school. I don't wanna brag but I was a bit famous back at my old school for my voice and how well I could play guitar." I said.
"Well let's sit you in the back. You can sit next to Michael." Mr. Luca said and I looked at the class.
"Michael!! Boy you better pay attention to me." Mr. Luca said and a boy with red hair looked up.
"I am, just waiting for you to teach again." The boy said, looking over at me. I walked over to him and sat down, Mr. Luca teaching the class again.
"So, you're American?" That Michael boy asked.
"Yea. Well sorta." I mumbled.
"What do you mean, sorta?" Michael asked.
"It's not your business. I'm just saying." I said, looking at the teacher.
Oh this is gonna be a long day as new girl, I can already tell.
