『The Rhythm Of Despair』

10|New School

Both me and Juleka got ready for school. We're only probably going to stay in that school for about a few weeks depending on if we'll be living here forever or not. The school is called Collège Françoise Dupont, who even knows what that means, but I'm guessing it's just an average Highschool of France.

I go downstairs to put on my converse and so does Juleka, we both take a small messenger bag and get ready to go.

"I'm guessing the school is quite close." Juleka says.

"I don't really mind where it is!" I say. "I've heard that Paris has the most nicest taxi drivers around, they'll probably give us a free ride!"

"You know stereotypes aren't.. The best thing to follow.. Right?"

I shrug to Juleka's statement and then giggle it off.

We stop walking when we reach a huge building. The school, perhaps. Students were still entering the building.

It's so beautiful.

We enter inside and see all the students walk in too.

We go upstairs and knock on a door.

I hear footsteps, the teacher comes and opens the door.

She had shiny orange hair that was pinned into a bun, a white suit with a turquoise shirt which matched her eyes.

"Hello! You must be our new students!" She says with a smile. "Come in!"

Both me and Juleka come inside and stand in the middle.

We look forward to see all of the students at their desks.

"So these are the new students who will be joining our class." The teacher says. "To the students who don't know my name, I'm Miss Boustaire."

She looks at me, "why don't you both introduce yourselves?"

I smile, confidently I say, "I am Luka. Luka Couffaine."

"My name is Juleka Couffaine, the younger Sister of my Brother Luka."

We both smile at the students.

"Okay, Luka, you can go sit near Ivan." Miss announced. "And Juleka with Rose."

The people who we are supposed to sit with, pulled their hand up so we would know where to sit.

I sit down near a quite large and strong looking boy called Ivan.

I turn to my left and pass my hand towards Ivan.

He looks at me with confusion.

"Luka!"

He takes my hand with a smile and shakes it, "Ivan Bruel. Ivan."

We both smile.

I take my hand away and so does he.

We get ready with our lesson. I stop flipping pages of a book when I see a person which I sat behind. Blue hair just like Ms. Cheng from the bakery.

I look away and start the lesson.

Perhaps, I'll be able to have a lot of friends by the end of this trip.