After a little while of listening to Mr Green, he announces we should head for our first classes of the day after collecting our lesson timetables on the way out. Grabbing mine from the table, I feel someone beside me. Looking over I see Jo, who is gazing at her timetable intriguingly.
Jo is about my height of 5 foot 8 inches, she has her dark long brown hair in two French braids down her back, she wears skinny jeans, and a dark green Converse hoodie. At that moment she turns and asks what my first lesson is, following her sentence with 'mine is English.'
Confirming to Jo I have English, we head in that direction.
Entering the classroom, we head for seats next to one another in the middle row. The classroom is empty but in no time starts to fill. Everyone sits, some chatting and others gazing out the window. At that moment a gentleman walks in and announces himself as Mr Lance; our English teacher.
The gentleman hands out a time sheet for this terms assignments and explains each topic we will be focusing on thoroughly. Many minutes go by and Mr Lance states he has acquired a seating plan for us all just to get everyone mingling more. A few sighs leak through the silence in the room including one coming from myself and Jo.
With that we stand and in no time we have been seated in a unfamiliar spot, positioned between two males they both look at me at the same time, the boy on my right side is tall about 6'2' he has his ginger hair pushed up in a sort of quiff, his green eyes stare at me intently as he informs me his name is Brandon.
The other stares at me in a sort of awe, he is also tall, his brown hair looking soft and long, not to long but nice, every now and then he runs his hand through his hair attempting to push it back even though it falls into the beginning position. Looking back at him, his complexion is perfect, slightly tanned.
The boy staring back at me has one dimple on the right side of his face, slight stubble that's pushing it's way onto his chin and upper lip, I see the way his eyes squish closed when he smiles.
His beautiful blue eyes are small but the colour makes them the feature I can't help but focus on. Noticing the way his bottom lip sticks out a little further than his top, makes me smiles slightly. We snap from our trance when the bell rings realising a few minutes have past, we both smile awkwardly, standing up and preparing to leave.
I take the sheets that are needed for the term from Mr Lance and head straight out the door. Jo catches me up telling me about the blonde haired girl sat next to her in English named Jessica and with that we head to the dinner hall.
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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...
