"hello i'm ms. peterson and i'll be your homeroom teacher for this year. you must be michael clifford"
"hello, yes i am," i say as politely as i can, trying to sound happy.
i wasn't exactly "happy" or "excited" about moving to america from australia because my whole entire life was in australia. i had to quit my band which i hated to do. and it took me quite awhile to make friends. it was hard for me. i mean who'd want to be friends with a guy who dyes his hair every two weeks. america seems cool and all but I really didn't want to move here. not because of the country but because of what i left behind.
"you can take a seat anywhere you'd like," ms. peterson said.
"ok, thank you."
i chose to sit in the back like i always do.
soon enough, the bell rang signaling class has started. everybody rushed in, glancing my way.
i was waiting for class to officially start when i noticed a girl sitting next to me. she had straight brown hair which was covering her face. i did notice that she was quite pale though. she had a "blink-182" shirt and ripped skinny jeans.
"hi," i said. but, she didn't hear me.
"hi," i repeated.
she looked up at me. she had brown eyes and she was the most beautiful girl i've ever seen in my entire life. may sound cliché but it's the truth.
"hi, i'm michael clifford and you are extremely beautiful"
