{DISCONTINUED} Love Is Pasta

Chapter Uno: Disegna un cerchio che è la Terra

(Authors note: Sense Seborga doesn't have a human name that i know of, i gave him the name Angelo. Just so you know.)

Maybe going to this school was a terrible idea. Especially if you almost always had the worst grades in the class.

My older brother by a year, Lovino, was accepted into Rosenknospe International Academy of Music, Math, and Language, known as RIA for short. Since I'm only 16, I'm not officially an adult yet, so Lovi had to drag me along, as well as my younger brother Angelo, and ask if I could join their High school, and asking if Angelo could join their Middle school. They accepted saying even if I had terrible scores in math, I had amazing scores in English and French. I'm also pretty good at Italian, but that's a given since I'm from Italy. Sadly, since I'm from Italy, I can't take any Italian classes, so my scores are going to be even worse than they were before. They also didn't have any art or cooking classes, and I was good at those subjects. Angelo was accepted based on his math scores since he wasn't good at English, he was good at Spanish however.

So here I am, Felicano Vargas, trembling behind my brother at the gates of the school. Angelo already ran off to the middle school a couple blocks down the street, flirting with girls as he walked down the street. I tightly held my schedule in my right hand, though my hands were still griping Lovi's tan long-sleeved shirt. My backpack felt as if someone was adding chunks of lead into it every second, weighing me down.

Love kicked my shin, "Would you stop trembling like an insecure stripper and let go of me?" Lovi shouted at me. I flinched away from him. I held my shin and glared at him, not that it changed anything. Lovi was an asshole and nothing was going to change that. I let go of him and moved to his side and hip bumped him. He looked as if he was about to hit me, but I moved away and put my hands up in defiance. I felt cold, even though it was nearly 90 degrees outside and I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I blew a chunk of my amber hair out of my face.

The courtyard outside was magnificent, an artists dream workspace. It had white pathways leading to doors to get into the school, pictures carved delicately into the stone. Flowers of all types lined the pathways. Orange lilies and red roses, purple columbines and white daisies. Butterflies and bees whipped around, hopping from flower to flower. Large aspen trees were scattered around the courtyard, each with a beautifully carved bench underneath it. A large fountain resided in the middle of all the pathways. The marble fountain was so elegantly carved, with swirls and spirals circling around the base. To the right, there was a circle shaped area with a small white stone wall. The carving embedded in it was like the pillars found in ancient Roman buildings, with pillars and small statues of gods and heroes. It had a little opening to get into the circle. The floor had a beautiful, large gold compass. Within the circle, the flags for all the different nations flew high. In front of each flag a garden of the nations national flower, and behind it stood a statue of the nations national animal. Each nation would send their best students to RIA, 2-6 depending on how rich the nation was.

The campus was full of different people from all around the world. The most noticeable was a boy with blond hair, blue eyes, and square glasses. He wore an American bomber jacket, tan pants, and black sneakers. Why was he wearing a jacket in this weather? He was enthusiastically talking to some guy with blond hair, and green eyes, along with a green shirt and pants.

"Get to class or I'm kicking your ass out of my house," Lovi murmured to me, before walking off and shouting swears at anyone who bumped into him and flipping everyone else off. I sighed. Lovi never really was a social person. He's had one girlfriend, but I caught him looking at gay porn once, so I'm pretty sure I know which way his door swings, even if he isn't ready to admit it.

I stood there like an idiot, not sure what I was going to do next. I was scared, what if the people here were mean? At my last schools I was bullied constantly for being dumb and ditzy, plus my lack of attraction towards the opposite sex.