You nervously wait in the office for the head to return - it's your first day in high school. Well kind of anyway, you've just moved to America from England, and you had been in high school before you moved - obviously. The first day here, in an American high school. Boredly, you gaze out of the office's window and see a bunch of kids around your age hanging about outside. Your gaze wanders to a group on the massive field. It seems to be something like football tryouts, as there are several boys kicking a football about, tackling each other and scoring goals under the watchful eye of the sports coach you had met earlier. Then you notice a boy standing at the side, watching. He seems to be cheering on a friend. He has dirty blonde hair, and gentle brown eyes. You can't actually hear, but he looks more English than American. You can't take your eyes off him, until the creaking of the door opening and shutting and someone speaking distracts you. "Y/N." The head said. "You may go to your new class now."
QOTD: HOW ARE YOU?!