New School

"I don't want to go!" I screamed at her.
"I'm sorry, you have to... It's against the law!" I swear sometimes my mum can be annoying. First she is forced me to move country and now a new school.
I walked to the front door and was ready to feel like dying. High school was bad enough without having to change mid-year.
I arrived and went straight to reception and they showed me to my form class. I sat next to a boy. He had brown curly hair, sweeping over his eyebrows and startling hazel eyes. He nodded at me with the hint of a smile. I looked to the teacher who proceeded with the registration. I was in a class of about twenty kids each more intimidating than the last. Though the boy sitting next to me seemed subtle yet real.
The bell rang and while I navigated my new schedule the boy strolled up to me.
"You new?" No, I thought to myself.
"Yeah, I'm Frankie." I said.
"What's your real name?" He asked.
"Frankie! that's it. I am a girl." She muttered.
"Sorry," he said alarmed, "I'm Justin."