When i saw the pictures above my bed, my mind went back to the times we shared.
It all started in september when i was 15 years old. I lived with my dad in San francisco and i was happy. Then, my dad got a phone call and was told that his job had transported him to Sheffield, high green in England. That was when everything changed. I hated Sheffield. It was raining, even in september.
I still remember my first day at school. I hated my clothes. My shoes were pitch black and shiny. I was wearing white knee socks, and a skirt with blue and grey pattorns. Underneath my grey/blue jacket was a white shirt. I was wearing a red tie around my neck. My long, brown curly hair was hanging out and i had a black backpack. It was all so new to me.
When i first stepped in the class room, everyone was staring at me. Some were giggling, and some were whispering. I wanted to hide. My teacher wrote my name on the cardboard and introduced me.
"This is Josephine May. She is from San Francisco, usa and i hope you will make her feel welcome here." I was looking down at the floor the whole time.
"Tell us about yourself, josephine." the teacher said.
"I'm..."Suddenly, a group of girls started laughing at my american accent. I wanted to die.
"Quiet, elizabeth!" The teacher yelled.
"Josephine, you can take a seat next to william." she said and pointed to a ginger kid. I sat down next to him. Behind me was alex. Alex turner. How i could feel you looking at me. There was chemistry between us the first day. I could feel it.
The first weeks at the school was quiet. Nobody talked to me and i didn't talk to anybody. I read by myself in my spare time, and ate lunch in the classroom. My life was so boring unti'll i met you.
