Call me "yours" • cmbyn

First day

I woke up from my deep slumber and stretched. I glanced over to the the clock, 5:00am.

Perfect.

I hopped out of bed and went to my vanity. I brushed through my hair and put what little makeup I wear on. I coated my eye lashes with mascara twice and put lip balm on to give my lips a little color. I put on the uniform that was already hanging in my closet when I arrived. That's why they needed my measurements, I thought.

Ive never worn a uniform before, but I slipped on the skirt that came up about 6 inches above my knee and the fitted polo with the schools logo on the collar. There was a array of sweaters and jackets in the closet as well. I chose a black sweatshirt that was very simple and cozy.

As for my hair, I brushed my blond locks out and put a white headband on that matched the uniform well. I took a look at myself in the mirror, not too shabby. I glanced at the clock again, 5:45. I still have a hour. Maybe I should get a better schedule.

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Breakfast was served at 7. I hopped down the stars, jittery from excitement. The dining room was sorta empty, other than the few students that sat at tables together. My stomach dropped and I suddenly became very self conscious. They talked like they knew each other for years. I felt as if making friends in this place was going to be hard.

I could feel my heart beating and walked to the buffet that was laid out. It looked delicious, but I wasn't hungry any more. I grabbed a plate nonetheless and scooped the things I recognized on my plate. Eggs, toast, and pancakes. I didn't feel like venturing into foreign breakfast foods.

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I sat at a table by myself and played with my food a little. I ate a few bites but left most of it untouched.

"Ciao" A voice chimed, I jumped, startled.

"Oh," I laughed at myself. It was a girl, she had brown wavy locks, blue eyes and looked to be about fifteen as well, "Ciao"

"sei nuovo?" (Are you new?) she questioned

"si, vengo dall'America, in realtà." (Yes, I'm from America actually)

"Oh that's cool" she spoke perfect English, no hint of Italian in her voice

"You speak great English," I was surprised

"yeah it's required to learn it in school, so when I was like four my parents thought it would t be good to go ahead and start teaching me, hint the non existent accent"

"Hm"

"Well Americano, what's your name?"

"Ella, what about you?"

"Olivia, nice to meet you Ella," she smiled

"Likewise" I smiled back. I wasn't feeling as scared, I was very grateful Olivia came to talk to me.

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The bell rung suddenly as Olivia and I were chatting and she asked questions about America. I jumped as the ringing started, startled but laughed it off shyly, I was embarrassed.

"andiamo meglio allora, qual è la tua prima lezione?" (We best be going then, what's your first class?) she said, again in her perfect Italian.

I looked at the small crumpled pice of paper in my hand that all my classes had been written on, "storia," (history)

"Ah, Mr. Perlman, right?"

"Mhm"

"He's nice, if your on his good side" she giggled

"Oh haha" I awkwardly laughed with her. There was something about her that made me nervous, what was it?