𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐮𝐧 𖤐 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫

02: the new student

History class has a routine. Mrs. Lance gives us a lecture, then a worksheet, lastly we read out of a History textbook in silence. I don't read out of the textbook because it's boring so I play Game Pigeon with Benny secretly for the rest of class. That is our routine everyday.

In the middle of our silent reading time, Mrs. Lances desk phone rings. When that phone rings it means one of three things. A kid in the class is needed somewhere, someone has to tell Mrs. Lance something that doesn't involve us, or someone is leaving school to go home which is my favorite. Surprisingly, it was none of those options. "Mrs. Lance speaking." My teacher says as all the students eavesdrop quietly. Since no one knows what the person on the other line is saying, all Mrs. Lance was saying is "Yes" "Really" "Oh" and to end the conversation, "Okay, bye." Those words were hard to make a made up conversation with, so what did the teacher want? "Y/n? The front office needs you. It's urgent." She says like it's nothing. But if it's urgent, what do they need me for?

As I made my way to the front office I tried to guess what the school so urgently wants me for, me of all people. The front has never asked me to go to them for anything urgent, because when there is something urgent they would contact other people; like grown ups! I can't walk to the front office, so I speed walked feeling both curious and nervous. Should I feel important or am I in trouble?

The school principal, Mr. Deuce, was waiting at the entrance door into his little office. I waved at him and he motioned me to go over to him. "Good Morning Y/n. How are you this morning?" Mr. Deuce asked me being the kind principal he is.

"I'm okay, sir. You needed me for something urgent?" I ask, really wanting to know.

Mr. Deuce shows me to his office window wanting to to look inside, and I did. Inside Mr. Deuce's office was girl with long black hair, blue shirt and a blue striped skirt, her shoes were white with no shoe laces and she wore a big blue jacket that made her look like one of those aesthetic models. Her skin looks smooth and hydrated, she's beautiful. What really caught my eye about the girl was the look on her face, she looked sad and like she has been crying.

"Who is she?" I ask, not taking my eye of her.

"That's our new foreign student. She's from Korea." Mr. Deuce says, also looking at the blue girl. That's funny, my Mom is from Korea. I even grew up there for 7 years of my life. "Mr. Deuce? Why is she crying?" I ask, that being my million dollar question.

"Because, she doesn't speak English. Our school doesn't have a translator or anyone who knows Korean." He says, "But you do. Right?" He asks, now looking at me.

I nod my head.

Mr. Deuce opened the door to his office letting me in first. I walk up to the girl keeping a good feet of distance so I don't scare her, "What's her name?" I ask my principal.

"This is Marcella. Marcella Son." He answers.

"Such a pretty name." I say to myself. Marcella is now looking at me with her big dark brown eyes and tear stained face. She is so cute. "Marcella? Hello. Can you understand me?" I ask her, since it's been a while the last time I spoke Korean.

Marcella's face, she pulled up the cutest little grin after hearing what I said. "Yes. I understand you." She says to me starting to look a little happy, as she wipes off her face with her sleeve.

I smile then look at my principal, "She understands me, sir."

I say. Mr. Deuce claps his hands in relief, "Splendid. Now listen. Since Marcella only knows Korean I want her to stay with you today. I am arranging a class for her to learn English. Is that okay with you?" He asks.

"Yes, sir. I'll stay with Marcella." I say, then I look back at her. "Marcella? Are you ready to start your first day at school?" I ask as she stands up from the office chair.

Marcella nods her head as a yes and we leave the front office to take her to my first period.

"Is Marcella your real name?" I ask her, wanting her to get used to me.

She shakes her head, "No. My birth name is Naeun. Marcella is my English name." She says, which was cool because she does look like a 'Naeun'. "What's your real name?"

"My name is Y/n. But my Korean name is Sebin." I answer her, happy that she asked for my name. "Why did it look like you were crying earlier?" I ask.

"Because I was scared. I don't know English so how can I make friends and study?" Marcella says, her voice sounding a little risen. "This is going to be a very rough first semester for me..." She says.

I meet our school's first foreigner and we hit it off right away. Making new friends isn't my super power, especially making friends that are girls. Most of them just don't have anything in common with me or their conversations are boring. I may have just met Marcella, but I think she's interesting.