Love Truimphs

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Last Night I Dreamed

3rd person

Sophia shut her eyes. What an awful day. "I'm sure my dreams will remind me." she groaned. She hoped she could have that dream again.

She gazed hopefully at the tiny flag pin on the wrist of her sleeve. "One day, I'll be proud." She whispered as she fell asleep.

Sophia POV

"Hey." Sophia whispered to the Dark brown haired girl. "It's a pleasure to formally meet you."

"The honor is mine." The girl answered. "What's your name?"

"Sophia." She answered. "Yours?" She asked.

I woke up. Because of course I did. That dream was 15 seconds long, yet it lasted 8 hours.

"Soph?" My best friend asked from the couch in my room.

"Who let you in?" I screeched. He looked at me like I was stupid. (I'm not stupid)

"You have three older brothers. I wonder who?" He asked sarcastically. "Plus, what does it matter? Were both gay as hell."

"Well I have to change. So leave." I commanded.

Anais POV

Normally when I wake up, my best friend, Corentin, is there waiting. Then I remember I'm not in France.

New school. New people. Entirely different country. I smiled a bit. New enemies.

"Get up, Anais." Ah, my brother. He thinks he has to remind me.

"What ever." I sighed, pulling a blue shirt over my head. I brushed through my thick, dark brown hair. And placed little head band with fake flowers on my head.

-At School-

All these people suck.

I have a feeling this won't be fun. Maybe I could do something to hide myself. My backpack is red and white, with black straps. My jacket is half-covered in pins.

"Hi, I'm Michael!" A happy kid jumped up to me. "May I show you around?" He held out his hand.

"Peu importe." I shrugged. The look of confusion on his face was amusing. It gives me an idea.

"Um, I'll take that as a yes!" He smiled, grabbing my hand. Oh jeez this guy. He's totally gay. He has the voice, y'know? That voice that just tells you that they're gay? "Here's the library!" He showed me to a room with an abundance of books.

"C'est beaucoup." I mumbled. Oh Jeez, this dude's face. He dragged me to a few more rooms, the gym, the cafeteria, guidance counselor, etc.

"And home room." He showed me what is probably the worst place to be. How is it? Imagine dozens of teenagers yelling, and running full speed.

I sat down in a vacant desk at the side of the class. I pulled out my notebook and started sketching. It calms me, and I have so much anxiety right now.

I take a shaky breath. The teachers looks as if she wants to introduce me but sees me glaring at her. She of course, does anyway. Because she doesn't care what I think.

"We have a new student. Anais, would you like to introduce yourself?" The teacher smiled fakely.

"Non." I grumbled. "Tout le monde ici craint." I held back my laughter at the kid's faces. One girl was doing the same. Oh, she knew. She had fluffy black hair, and green eyes. She was in the seat the next to the one behind me.

"Wow, the immigrant can't speak English. Shocker." The kid behind me rolled his eyes. He's insecure, I can tell that sort of thing about people. I turned him.

"En fait, peux, connard!" I insulted. "Parler moins," That got kick out of fluffy hair kid. "Chienne." She tapped me on the shoulder.

"Nous sommes les meilleurs amis maintenant." She told me.

"D'accord." I nodded. "Ce gamin est une chienne."

"Oui." She sighed. "Je m'appelle Amelia."

"Anaïs."

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