"I'll get the last box!" I shout to my mum, as I walk inside the new house with a box marked "Matteo's Room". I walk through the doorway, the house is so big I feel so small compared to it. I head to my room, looking at all the boxes I would eventually have to unpack. I lay down after a full 8 hour venture from Newcastle to Virginia, "Hey mum wanted me to tell you that dinner is gonna be ready in like 10 minutes...sooooo be down there." my sister, Mimi, says.
I'm never on time, but right now I couldn't care less. I go through the boxes until I find my blanket that I had stole a couple years back. I feel a sense of relief, because the travel was finally over and I could rest. So I did just that; slept.
***
"A parting of souls as I try to move on..." my alarm. Great. Every day it goes off. I change the song quite a lot, it depends on my mood. I recently got into Bare: A Pop Opera, so I set the song to Bare. I turn over and press snooze, cause I really can't be arsed. Fifteen minutes pass and it goes again. This time I throw my legs off the bed and slide onto the floor. I wipe away the eye boogers from my eyes (go figure) and reach for my clothes. I put on a pair of ripped jeans and a hoodie. I grab my trainers and run downstairs. I turn around the corner to see mum has made breakfast for me. I look around the table to see the twins, Mark and Mimi, already scarfing down their food. I finish as the clock strikes 7 am. My mum points to the door signaling for us all to go to the car. I put on my trainers, making my way out of the house. I get in the car and we start on our way to school, I'm going to be a year 8 (or a 7th grader or whatever you lot say).
"Are you guys excited for your first day in an American school?!" my mum says a bit too excited for my taste.
"Totally." I say very sarcastically.
"Oh come on, you get a chance to start over."
"Sure, but aren't all Americans obsessed with British people?"
"Definitely are." My brother chimes in.
My mum looks a bit annoyed, "They aren't."
"Okay we'll see." I say, ending the conversation.
***
We missed open house, so I look around for the office, but can't find it. While I am walking around I get distracted listening to all the people talking and I hit something. A tall guy. "Oh sorry! I didn't see you there." the tall guy said.
"It's alright mate," his eyes lights up (I'm guessing it's cause of my accent) "By chance do you know where the office is?" I ask embarrassed, because I can't find it.
"Yeah sure. Follow me."
"Okay." We walk for a bit in painful silence. The kind of silence that could drive a person mental. We speaks up breaking that awful silence.
"I'm Quentin. I'm in 7th grade."
"I'm Matteo. I'm also in 7th grade and if you're wondering about my accent, I just moved here from Newcastle."
"Oh cool. Well we're here," he takes out a marker and takes my arm, "Text me if you need any help with classes or something like that."
"Will do!" And with that he walks away.
***
The bell rings, screaming I'm late. The office lady, Pam I think, hands me my schedule and my locker number and combo. I head off to the first class, English with Mrs.Coone. I walk up the stairs and see a sign hanging from the ceiling that says "Mrs.Coone English". (Since I'm late this is gonna cause a disruption. GREAT). I take a breath and open the door. Everyone's head turns when they hear the door.
"You're late!" She says. The class looks interested and I feel a few eyes staring at me, taking me apart piece by piece.
"Sorry Miss. I had to get my schedule from the office." My mum didn't believe me, but they were all staring at me like I was the cutest dog on the whole planet.
"It's fine just don't let it happen again. You can go sit next to Quentin." Quentin raises his hand and I walk over to him. As I'm about to sit down Miss asks me, "Where are you from?".
"Newcastle." I say and sit down. The class resumes I can hear (and see) everyone talking amongst themselves. I knew they were talking about the kid from England. Mostly girls were talking about me.
When class was over multiple girls volunteered to walk me to my next class. I agreed and had about 10 girls on me. All of them were asking me questions about England, my accent, and a lot of stuff and to be quite honest I kind of liked the attention.
* a couple days later *
To my surprise I am really popular for being brand new. I was already asked out by multiple girls, I said no each time, cause they weren't interested in ME, they were interested in my accent and popularity. A lot of rumors surround Quentin and I. People talk about us together and separate a lot. Here I'll list a few things they said for you:
1. We were dating
2. We were the same person
3. I was gay
4. He was gay
5. I was gay for him
I would say people think that cause we are best friends and the most popular people in the grade. I mean he's fit, I'll give him that, but that's it I don't like that.
*time skip to the last week of school*
The rumors haven't gotten better. I thought that by now people would have dropped the rumors. They did for some of the rumors, but one remained. I had no way of knowing that this rumor was going to change my life for ever. He must've have heard the rumor because during lunch he came over to me.
"Hey. Have you heard what everyone's saying?" He asked sounding more angry than questioning.
"Which one?" I asked not knowing which he was talking about.
"People are saying you like me."
I spit out my milk, "What?"
"Do you?"
"No, mate. You know I'm not like that. All my jokes are just banter, I don't mean them." I said kind of scared of what he was going to do. He was a good person. He made it seem like he was tough, but inside he cared what people said.
"I'm tired of you acting like you are better than everyone just because you have an accent," (Wtffffff) he pushes me onto the floor "How would they say this there. Oh right. Puff." And with that he started something that would change our lives forever.
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IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTEEEE:
If you see me write in BOLD its me making a comment or something like that. If you see ( ) that's the character making a comment. Please comment if you have a idea on where the story should go. Also if you can't tell I'm very american so excuse. I'm going to publish the prologue and I'll publish the chapters after this once I'm finished writing the whole book so that way you be able to read the book as a whole instead having to wait forever and then forgetting what happened. Okay byeeeee. Xx
