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The sun wakes you up late in the morning, rays of warmth spreading across your face. Smiling, you open your eyes and look around you room. Posters decorate the bedroom, with drawings stuck up in the available spaces. You love anime, some more than others.
A call from downstairs causes you to sigh and swing your legs out of bed. Quickly, you slip on some clothes for school and move downstairs, where your mother has cooked breakfast of bacon and eggs. Yum.
"Nice to see you're finally awake [name]!" Your mother smiles. She pops a plate down on the table in front of you, and you quickly eat it up.
"Thanks mum!" You smile, putting your plate in the sink and grabbing your school bag. Then, you pause with the school bag still in hand and groan.
First day of school. Not just any school year, but a new one at a new school, where you wouldn't know anyone but yourself. Great. Your mother quickly notices and moves to your side, where she places a hand on your shoulder.
"You won't be the only one who doesn't know anyone... There are people from loads of countries joining!"
That's the problem with international schools. There'll be people from all around the world, and no-one knows anyone. Your mother believes it helps build a cultural sense, being around so many different cultures, but in your opinion, it's just scary.
Still, you have to attend school. You grin and thank your mother, giving her a quick hug and leaving the house. You catch the bus and arrive at school almost half and hour early. Great, now you can make friends.
Your eyes scan the field where everyone stands. Most know each other already, and you make out two distinct groups. A group of 5 and a group of 3.
The 3 include a dark haired Japanese boy, a tall, serious looking German guy and a small brunette with an adorable looking curl. Judging from the accent you can tell he's Italian.
Curiously, you look at the larger group of 5. The leader of the group appears to be a blonde dude with glasses, who you can hear yelling about being the 'hero'. A Chinese guy stands with his head in his hands, looking embarrassed, with a very tall Russian standing beside him. You watch the Russian for a moment and then confirm, he's got a bottle of Vodka hidden under his coat. Great. Drunkies! A smartly dressed guy with massive eyebrows seems to be arguing to a brick wall, the brick wall being a tall boy with long blonde curls, who is staring at you. Blushing, you walk away and nearly run into another pupil.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!" You gasp, looking at the boy you've run into.
He blushes and looks at you with wide, shy eyes. "Oh, it's ok. No-one really notices me..." The boy almost whispers shyly, in a sort of American accent with a hint of French.
He looks a lot like the boy in the group, but with violet eyes and a smaller curl. His arms are wrapped around his chest, almost as if he's missing something.
"I'm [name]" you smile, extending a hand.
The boy jumps back, and your mind starts to whirl. Has he been abused? He looks at your hand for a moment, and then shakes it.
"Matthew Williams. I'm from Canada." He says quietly.
You smile. So that's why his accent sounds slightly French! "I'm from [country]. So, is it your first day too?"
He nods, then looks around uncertainly. You look with him. There are so many different people from different countries, you don't know where to start making friends.
"Do you know anyone here already?" You ask Matthew curiously.
"Well, my brother Alfred is over there, with his friends." The Canadian replies, pointing to the boy who'd been yelling 'hero'. "I know a few, but they rarely notice me..." He looks almost tearful for a moment, but shakes his head. "If it helps, be careful of Francis Bonnefoy. He may put up a romantic act, but he can get a little too passionate." Matthew points to the guy who'd been staring at you and was now in a full blown argument with the smart guy with the huge eyebrows.
You nod and thank him, watching Francis nervously.
The bell goes off, interrupting your thoughts. Matthew jumps again and then laughs shyly. You smile at his jumpiness and follow him into the school. What adventures await?