Storyline: You just moved to Norway, and you managed to be the girl who gets William Magnusson's heart.
FIRST-PERSON POV
Friday, 7:38 AM.
I stop my phone from buzzing and rub my sleepy eyes. "Pappa?" I say, but no one answered. I walk into the kitchen and find a note.
Morning, Y/N. I will not be home until next Friday. There is money in the cookie jar. Help yourself. I love you.
I roll my eyes. I don't understand why he wanted to move back to his hometown if he would never be home. I take 200 Kroner from the jar and stash it in my wallet. I didn't feel like making myself lunch, so the cafeteria will do.
I search for my black jeans, and a shirt I can wear with my green coat. I wrap my neck with a scarf and look at my reflection. This has to do.
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People were already staring at me when I crossed the gate. I shake it off and try to find the cafeteria. "Hi, I'll take a cheese sandwich, please."
"20 Kroner." I look in my bag and try to find my wallet. There was a guy beside me, and I felt his stare. Impossible! I forgot my wallet. "I'm sorry, I forgot my wallet." I leave embarrassed and take a seat in the lunchroom.
There weren't a lot of people there, so that was good. I check my phone, and suddenly a cheese sandwich appears in front of me. I check around, and the guy who was beside me at the counter smirked, "here."
"Thank you. I'll repay you, I promise."
"I know you will," he winks and leaves.
Great job, Y/N. On the first day of school, and you already owe money, I mentally slap myself.
"Hello!" I look up to meet five beautiful girls. "I'm Vilde, and this is Eva, Noora, Sana, and Chris. Are you new here?"
I nod. "I'm Y/N."
"Where are you from?" Noora asked.
"I'm from, uh, New York." I expected some confused looks or questions but nothing. Instead, I got jealous remarks. I laugh.
"Since you're in the second year like us. We'd like you to be part of our Russ bus."
