Lisa's POV
It was my first schoolday in London. I've been here for 2 weeks now so my mum said I really had to go to school. I was pretty nervous. 'How would my class be like? Could I talk English whole day?' That kind of questions were in my head. Of course I didn't have any friends here. So I drove on my own to my new school.
When I finally arrived at school. There weren't any people. I walked to a lady behind a desk.
"Can I help you?" she asked with a lovely voice.
"Yeah, I'm new here and I wondered where my class is." I said quite nervous.
"May I know your name?"
"I'm Lisa Johnson"
"You're in class 2B, that 2 stairs up and then 3 times left. You've French right now." She said while smiling.
"Thank you" I said and walked to my classroom.
I stood right in front of the door. I knocked.
"Come in please" a male voice said.
I opened the door and walked in.
"You must be the new student, aren't you."
"Well, yes I am." I blushed and checked the class. I saw some girls brushing their hair in the front of the class. I saw a boy and a girl kissing in the back. And another couple helping eachother with their homework. I saw 2 boys next to eachother staring in eachothers eyes. And then... That curly boy in the back of the class. He sat alone. I almost died when he looked at me with his green eyes.
"Introduce yourself" The teacher said. "I'm your classtutor by the way, Mister Cowell."
"Well... I'm Lisa Johnson. I'm 16 years old, I'm from Holland and moved here because of my dad's work. I like to sing, dance and act. And I live with my mum, dad, twin brother, twin sister and her daughter." I said while blushing.
"Okay, nice to meet you Lisa. Take a seat next to Harry, he's the curly boy in the back of the class." Mr. Cowell said, so I did.
"Hi, I'm Harry." he said with a huge smile. Oh god please save me. His perfect smile is about to kill me.
"I'm Lisa." I blushed.
He grinned and looked out of the window.
