Not Very Stereotypical.

Chapter Five

"Here we go, room 314." Mrs Peters smiles at me kindly as she looks up at the black number displaying the numbers she just recited. "Okay so we've seen your locker, located home room and you're all okay with that Bethan?" I let out a reluctant sigh of relief as I nod.

"Yes and thank you so much. I definitely wouldn't have been able to find my way here." I laughed as she begins to knock on the wooden door.

"Anytime, come talk to me whenever you need- I love the accent!" She winks as she opens the door to the classroom inside. I let out one last breath and shrugged the nerves away from me yet again. "Mr Williams, this is Bethan Evans and she'll be joining your home room." A slim man approached me with a dark hair and dark eyes to match, he outreached his hand and offered it for me to shake. When he smiled his bronze lips grew wider and he made the effort to show off is bright white teeth.  The plaid button up shirt he had tucked into his blue trousers, at first guesses I'd say maths or history teacher.

"Hello Miss Evans, its a pleasure to meet you." I nodded, taking the grip of his hand and returning the acquaintances. He didn't seem to flinch at the clear accent difference, he was clearly already informed of my previous school and how it was located 'across the pond', ew.

However that didn't mean no one else heard my voice, I notice the ripple of whispers spread across the classroom as the ginger duo of girls started tapping at their phones and lowering their voices to clearly talk about me. Apparently a Brit is about as fascinating as an Alien, they'd clearly never seen one before.

"Okay, I'll see you again Bethan. Get settled in." Mrs Peters waved and pushed her way out of the door. Mr Williams turned around to face the class who were anticipating the string of words about to leave his mouth. I'd never seen a classroom so colourful, like back home we had a dark navy uniform where everybody looked pretty much identical, so seeing so many individuals showing up in their best dress was crazy considering we only had the opportunity to wear our own clothes at school on special occasions or charity days.

"Guys this is Bethan, she's new here so make sure you're nice to her." He jokingly pointed at some boys in the corner as he chuckled to himself too, "did you want to say anything Bethan?" I cringed internally, this only happened in movies and I dreaded this part was to come.

I shook my head at the question and simply waved my hand instead and said a simple "hey." So stupid. I felt the vibrations from notifications ticking off in my pocket and as Mr Williams pointed out a singular desk at the back of the class next to some girls.

"Go take a seat and sit next to Amelia, she'll help you get settled." I smiled happily as the girl I was being directed too looked sweet. Short light brown hair, sun kissed skin and a pale blue t shirt that complimented her black reading glasses perfectly.

I tugged my back on my shoulder and made my way towards the desk. After managing to find the entrance point of the odd shaped desk I pulled out the chair and sat on it as delicately as I could so I wasn't loud and giving anymore attention to myself. I smiled up at the girl and she grinned back at me, "Call me Milly, everyone else does." She waves her and and then turns to face two more girls, a blonde and a deep brunette. "This is Leighton and Gracie." The girls looked up and smiled at me, both of them as stunning as each other.

Waving I introduced myself to the girls "I'm Bethan." The brunette squirmed and began to wave her hands slightly, okay psycho. She lent forward over the desk between us and placed her manicured hands in front of mine.

"I love it, talk more." I had never been so confused in my life and it clearly shows on my face. The girl I was introduced to as Leighton rolled her eyes and lightly whacked her friend in yeh shoulder.

"I'm sorry she's never heard an accent in real life before." The realisation hit me and I felt stupid about it, it was very clear to me that before I was surrounded by different sounding people, I never noticed I had an accent but in comparison to an accent as noticeable as American, it was blatantly obvious I wasn't going to blend in. And although that was never being my plan, I decided to embrace it from that moment on. So I laughed, rather loudly too.

"Oh that's alright, I've never had someone look at me with that much fascination before!" The girls seemed to relax as I began opening up, allowing myself to escape the shy exterior I presented earlier. "Have you guys lived here forever?"

The girl I was told to call Milly sat up straighter, "I used to live in Nevada but we moved here in the 7th Grade so my Mom could get a better job." I nodded, now becoming addicted to the slightly irritating accent myself, then catching myself beginning to stare, I turned away and looked at Leighton.

"I've been here my whole life, Cali Girl through and through baby." She turned towards Gracie and high fived each other proudly. "What about you? When did you move?" I pulled my hands together and took a breath before I began talking, an awkward habit of mine.

"We officially moved in on Saturday after flying in Friday night. I actually only finished my exams last week too, so I'm pretty tired." I chuckled at the end of my sentence noting how busy I had actually been.

The looks on their faces as I told them I was only in school recently, Gracie picked up her large brightly coloured drink and started sipping at it through the straw still gazing in my eyes at my revelation.

"So you haven't had a summer?" Milly asked from beside me, twirling her phone around the desk. All of the girls looked at me in an emotion I could determine, but I shook my head and they all sighed dramatically.

"Girl no wonder you're so pale, damn!" I laughed at the words, despite being slightly offended by the answer.

"It's not like I'd be able to get a tan back home anyway, the sun is no where near as nice as it is here!" I said, feeling much more comfortable as I did today. Gracie shakes her pink drink and gasps loudly.

"Oh my god, you have to try this, it's ice tea. British people love tea right?" She pushes her cup towards me and I sigh along with her friends, although they do seem intrigued by the offer.

"I actually really don't like tea."