Hallo :)
This is my first ever fanfic, hope you like it!
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Carla
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"Guten Morgen, Guten Morgen, Guten Morgen."I said, to every teacher I walked past.
My father was in the Car business, and had just been promoted to Hamburg, Germany.
He also dragged my sister, my mother and I with him. Not that I minded much, I mean, of course the differences in language would be hard at first, but It was better than that hellhole back in England. The worst days of my life, thanks to bullies.
Germany was a fresh start, a whole new time to make friends.
I walked down the corridor, trying to locate my first lesson, I was holding a translated timetable, which was nice of the school.
I had Art, which was one of my good subjects. I quickly went into the classroom and took a seat. The teacher smiled at me, she knew I wasn't German.
"Hallo, Angel." She said to me. She then addressed the class.
"Leute, Leute, Hallo! Diese ist 'Angel' von England. Sie ist neue okay?"
The class stared at me, not everyone was smiling, but no-one was glaring, which was a good sign for me. There was someone who caught my eye, in the far corner, he was making paper aero planes and not paying attention at all, but that wasn't what I noticed. It was the way he looked. Completely different to everyone else, Black spiky hair, almost like some kind of anime character, and what looked like make-up?! No-one was talking to him but he didn't seem to mind at all. Strange. He looked up and saw me staring at him. Damn. I blushed and put my head down on the desk, how stupid must I look now? Staring at this boy. Oh dear. We begun the lesson and everything was going well, The teacher, called 'Ms. Reich' gave me an English sheet of what we were doing today, which I obviously found very useful. We had to draw portraits, of people, students. It said
"This will be a good way to make friends in your class! Go up to someone who you'd like to work with and sit down opposite them, easy. Enjoy the lesson."
I was a bit too late; every-one had settled down and begun to draw their partner. Well, all but one that is. I was obviously stuck with the quiet, withdrawn emo kid in the corner.
I sat down opposite him, but he didn't even look up, or notice I was there. He was texting on his phone. I cleared my throat. And again, no response.
"Hallo?" I said, kind of annoyed. Finally he looked up.
"Hey." He said and looked back at his phone. I was getting really annoyed now.
"Do you HAVE to be so ignorant?" I asked. He looked at me, confused.
"'Tschuldigung?" He said.
Oh, I forgot, he doesn't know English. I sighed and began to draw him, carefully. He noticed, but still kept quiet. I really didn't know what to say.
"Wie heisst du?" Was all I knew, so I said it.
"Ich bin Bill. Und du?" But I'm sure he wasn't really interested in my name. He probably wasn't listening when Ms.Reich told the whole class who I was.
"Ich heisse Angel." I said. He looked at me.
"Engel?" What? I don't know what that means!
"Nein, Angel" I said. This was confusing. People had started to notice that I was actually talking to someone, in German. But no-one came up, they all acted like Bill were some kind of evil soul, and I didn't like that. What do they have against him?
"Um...I will...draw...du?" Oh. He was trying to speak English. I blushed, mainly because everyone was still staring.
"Ok." I said, and smiled at him. I watched him draw, it was really quite interesting as he was really good. He glanced up every now and again but concentrated... until he got a text.
He texted back, grinning.
I wondered who he was talking to. He suddenly took a picture of me with his phone. The flash startled me. He just laughed.
"Woah! What the hell?" I was confused but kind of angry for just doing that.
"Meine bruder...wants foto von du." His english was VERY bad.
Bruder sounded like brother, so I guessed his brother wanted to see what I looked like. Oh. Fine. Weirdo.
After, he finished the sketch and gave it to me, signing his name at the bottom.
His drawing, compared to mine was beautiful. It looked just like me. I grinned at him and just kept looking at the picture, it was amazing; every little detail was there, apart from colour. My hair was dark blue, and my eyes, a very light shade. I liked being just a little different, but I don't think it was that noticeable, or people were just being polite.
I gave him my sketch of him, and he smiled at it, I think he liked it. It was hard to draw every single strand of his gelled hair, because it was spiky and over one eye, but I managed.
"Diese ist sehr sehr gut." He said. I hoped it wasn't a complaint. I smiled back at him, to say thank you for whatever he'd just said. I think 'gut' was good, so that was a sign.
Class finally finished, and Bill tried to get out first, but the other students started pushing him, and calling him names. I couldn't understand what they were, but Bill looked angry. I packed up too and was one of the last to leave. That boy is so strange, I thought.
I looked at my timetable, and found out I had science next- oh good (!). I'd never been good at science and found it very boring. I didn't like it at all. But it was school, and I need my qualifications. I made my way to the classroom, not wanting to be the first, or the last. When I got there, the whole class was already in, and the teacher did NOT look impressed. He wore spectacles, and had a balding head. He looked down at a piece of paper and frowned.
"Angel, what a stupid name. SIT. You're late. See me after." Oh no. I had just got a detention AND he knew English that meant I couldn't get out of doing work!
I sat down quickly and quietly. Wow, some teachers are strict. The only spare seat was next to...oh for gods sake! Bill again? I didn't hate him, but for some reason, I didn't want people to think I was starting to like him. I'll just say he looks like a loner so I pity him. Mean, but...
He looked at me, no expression, I had this feeling I wasn't wanted. I sighed and concentrated on the teacher... This was going to be a long day.
