An hour or so goes by and I'm ready to leave. I have applied moose to my hair and added a touch of mascara just to bring out my eyes. I slip my glasses on and head for the door grabbing my backpack and jack wills hoodie; incase it gets cold. Running down the stairs I see Georgia and mum waiting for me, I smile and assure them that I have everything I need.
Slipping on my white converse we head out the door and into the car. Throughout the car journey I begin to get more excited for my first day at college. There is light conversation and the occasional hum from mum bobbing along to the radio. We pull up outside Georgia's school and wish her a good luck as she jumps out the car
In no time we pull up outside my new college, looking out the window it's very big, glass windows all around the building making it seem new and very 21st century like. Outside is a beautiful scenery, a few benches, a water fountain and bushes of roses, daffodils and lilys: which by the way are my favourite flower.
I kiss my mum on the cheek and hop out the car, my ears immediately being filled with the loud conversations of today's young adults. Groups and groups of students all pile through the door, looking to be heading in the same direction.
I slide my hoodie over my head and put my backpack on my shoulder, following everyone else through the doors.
With that I arrive at an auditorium or hall, I'm not sure what they call it. Taking a seat, I see every seat become taken. 'Oh gosh sorry' I hear as so body snaps me from my gaze of the room . Turning my head I notice a blonde petite girl, looks about my age. I shake my head in an approving manner; as if to say it's okay; and with that she sits.
The blonde looks at me once more offering me her hand and saying 'Hi there, I..I..I.. Erm, I'm Jo.' Taking her hand in a polite greeting sort of way, I reply with 'Hey I am Danielle, you can call me Dani for short'. The small blonde who's name is Jo smiles at me and with that we are interrupted by a slight grunt down a microphone.
All heads glance in the same direction and our eyes are greeted by an oldish man, no hair, glasses, wearing suit pants and a knitted sweatshirt, the gentleman announces himself as a Timothy Green, the headmaster of The Saint London College.
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Teen Fiction"I realised there was nothing to do but go, so I did." And with that the tears spilled down his cheeks, showing a much vulnerable and weaker side that I was not used to. As Danielle starts her first year at The Saint London College in a new country...
