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1. Beckham High School

Author's Notes

Hi there!
This is my first time doing a fanfic of Now united and the first time I post. If you have any spelling mistakes here, forgive me, I swear I will correct them in the future. My twitter is @madduniter

Translator's notes:

Hi guys, I'm Monica and this is my first time translating something as "big" as a fanfic. I hope you like and can understand. There are some details, such as the nickname of Any's sister, I advise you to put her nickname on google translate so you can hear the pronunciation. In the course of the next chapters I notice you about more details. That's it and I hope you like it, xoxo!!! My twitter: @usedtobemonica and I'm always there.

Any Gabrielly POV:

The alarm clock rang, making me realize that I did not close my eyes all night. I still couldn't deal with the fact that today is my first day of school in another country. I am not sad to have come to study in another country, quite the contrary, living here I have a better chance of reaching my goals in the future. The point is, I can't sleep when I'm scared and anxious. Although I was very extroverted and made friends easily, but this was in Brazil... What if people here do not like me? I'm not the kind of person who likes to be alone.
It's been five minutes since the alarm went off, and I'm still lying there, staring at the ceiling. The room is being lit only by daylight through the window and the curtains. I jump out of bed and move to the bathroom, scratching my eyes and tripping over my own feet. I get scared when I see my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"You will not make any friends if your hair is like that, Any!" I say to myself and sigh, picking up my toothbrush.
I've been living in Los Angeles for a month and I have not made friends with anyone yet. I don't know what happened to me since I moved here, I've never been so afraid of being rejected. I'm so outgoing, but whenever I think about talking to someone, various thoughts come out, like: "what if they do not like me?" "What if my English sounds bad?" "What if they find me pathetic?" I know, it sounds crazy, but I'm really scared. I don't want to be the newcomer without friends who eats alone in the bathroom. I do not know if this really exists or only occurs in teen movies, but I'm very scared to be that person.

Forty minutes was enough for me to bathe and wash my hair. I walk out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and stare at my uniform hanging from a hanger on the wall; a white social shirt with the school symbol (a dark green outline star with the BHS acronym also written in dark green) on the left side of the chest, a dark green plaid skirt and a tie of the same color. There's also a gray sweater with the school symbol, but it's still summer, so there's no need to use it. Not to mention the physical education uniform. Well, as you might have noticed, my school is not like those publics schools that appear in the movies and that we dreamed of studying there. In fact, it's a private school very popular with foreigners... Which scares me even more.
I do not usually wear makeup, but today it is essential. I did not sleep at all and I look like a zombie, I do not want this to be the first impression people will have on me.

Although I checked my backpack several times before going to sleep, I check again if I'm carrying everything in my backpack one last time. I put my all star converse black high and leave the room. I walk down the stairs and head for the kitchen, where my mother and younger sister, Bellinha, are having breakfast.

"Good morning girls" I say smiling
"Good morning daughter" my mother says, finishing a braid in my sister's hair.
"Only if it's for you..." Bellinha says, playing with breakfast on her plate.
"Still afraid of the first day of class, Isabelli?" I ask, even though I know the answer is "yes", "Look!" - I say while I put a pancake on my plate "if it serves as a consolation, I am also afraid of my first day of school."
"It does not serve as comfort, Any" she sighs. "At least you can speak English."
"Little girl, do not be like that. I'm sure you will make many friends, you will see." I say while I put syrup on my pancakes.
Bellinha puts a forkful of pancake in her mouth and is silent.
I spend the whole morning trying to convince her that living here will be fun and she will make many friends.
"Why can't I study at your school, too? If I don't make friends, at least I will not be alone!" She asks.
"I also wish we could study together, Bellinha, I really wanted to, but my school has only High School, and you're only eight." She looks down at me. "And on the bright side, you do not have to wear that ridiculous uniform."
"I found your uniform beautiful! But I think it would be a lot nicer if it was red."
"You're ready, are you?" My mother appears in the kitchen.
"We are!" Me and my sister answered in unison and got up.