Emma, beginning her senior year in high school is a shy, innocent, and beautiful girl who leaves her hometown in Florida because her parents got a job promotion in Italy. This book unravels her thoughts and her journey to Italy- a country where she...
(Guys just wanted to say that all of the conversations in this book are English, but in the story they speak Italian. It's just translated in English for you to comprehend easier). *beep* *beep* *beep* (alarm clock) I wake up this morning with an unpleasant sound coming from my clock. I read the words 6:00 AM and recall that today I'll be attending my first day of my new school. I rush out of bed and into the shower. I scrub my body from head to toe and rub my face with a wash cloth to wake myself up. I then hop out of the shower and style my hair into lose curls that fall along my shoulders and dress up in blue jeans with a striped black and white T-shirt and adidas. (Picture below)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
After grabbing my brown bag, I travel downstairs into the kitchen and heat up 2 microwaveable waffles. Reaching to grab the orange juice, I look at my watch on my wrist that reads 7:15 AM. "Crap!" I say to myself and yell out "MOM HURRY UP! ILL BE LATE!" ~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I've arrived at school. Parking the car, I notice the large placard that states "Scuola di Studi Avanzati" (School of Advanced Studies). I knew that meant School of Advanced Studies, Italian is my second language, adapting to Italy wouldn't be too hard since I already know the language. I head my way to the main office and ask for my class schedule. "Good morning ma'am, how may I assist you?" The older lady asks me. "Good morning, I'd like a class schedule please. I am a new student." I respond to her. "Of course! What is your name?" She asks me. "Emma Reed". I reply back. "Welcome Ms. Reed, I hope you like it here." She hands me the paper whilst smiling. "Thank you very much". I grin at her and take the schedule in my hand and push open the door and begin walking to my first period. I'm a senior and I am at a new school..... great (sarcasm). Ok let's see what we've got here...... 1st period: AP physics 2nd period: AP literature 3rd period: Trigonometry Honors 4th period: AP French 2 -Lunch- 5th period: office aid
I read my first period which is AP physics and begin to walk to that class. While walking I begin to feel the stares from multiple people. Gradually I begin to hear whispers. "Who is she?" "Where did she come from?" "She's so pretty!" "I hate her outfit." I giggle to myself as I intake all these comments then pull open the door to my 1st period. All eyes are in me again. "Every one this is our new student Emma, she just moved here from America. Welcome Ms.Reed, take a seat and open your book to page 23." I nod while walking fast trying to get to my seat as quickly as possible to end all the glances my way. I then opened my book to page 23 and began reading. My classes went by smoothly. Each teacher introduced me the same way as my 1st period teacher did. It is now 5 minutes before lunch.
When the bell rings I get up from my chair and walk to the cafeteria. It is enormous. Each table had their own clique, but me? I had no one. It was at that time when tears started to form and I remembered Sammy. Also accompanying me everywhere. I was never alone until now. I sped walk out of the cafeteria and tried to run to the bathroom. Not knowing where I was walking or being able to see because of the cloudiness in my eyes from all the tears. It was then when I tripped and fell face down. I swiftly dried the tears from my cheeks and eyes clearing my vision so that my eyesight is lucid. The first thing I saw were pairs of shoes, followed by jeans, followed by a black unbuttoned shirt, followed by a neck connecting a face. He had dark hair and dark eyes; almost black as if he were angry. He had freckles trailing up and down his face but mostly on the bridge of his nose. That's when I noticed I tripped on his foot. My thoughts get interrupted with a harsh and stern voice. "Watch were you're going!" He yells at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, my bad, I tripped and wasn't looking where I was walking." I stutter out the words realizing how dumb I might be sounding at this exact moment. He then looks at me with a smirk. I brush it off not knowing why he glared at me the way he did. Looking me up and down he grabs my hand and helps me up. "Hey babe, I know you think I'm insanely attractive and all but nobody should stoop this low to talk to me." He urges me. That's when I wished he hadn't opened his mouth. "I wasn't trying to talk to you, I fell and tripped you narcissistic jerk." I answer him shocked at what I said. I'm never the one to confront someone like that. It was like a something took over me. He then licked his lips and slowly walked forward to me while I was slowly walking backwards realizing I had hit the wall and now trapped. He was inches away from my lips and whispered something in my ear that lingered there and created goosebumps all over my body in places I would never think of. "Watch with the way you talk to me babe. I can be a real jerk to you if I wanted." I kept my stare on him as he backed away and headed the other way. I could not think for the rest of the day, my mind was on him, his words, his lips, his presence. It was now at the end of fifth period as I grab my school bad from the desk and reach for the door to leave. I walked in a daze to the main entrance of the school waiting for my mom to pick me up as I contemplate him. Nobody usually has this much of an impact on me the same day meeting them. I didn't know what to feel or how to feel. I don't know who he is or where he came from. I gather these thoughts in my head as my my mom unlocks the door waiting for me to get in. The drive was smooth, not that much traffic considering we took the side roads to avoid all the Main Street traffic. The first day was long and I didn't know what to think. All I know is I have to make friends. I can't survive my senior year friendless. If I wasn't such an introvert it'd be much easier but under the circumstances, it is difficult. I finish off the last bit of math homework I had and went into a deep sleep.
