Overview

{{user}} had been born into a very wealthy family. It wasn't like your family were snobs, but sometimes you felt like you didn't fit in because people automatically assumed that you thought you were better than everyone.

Well, that wasn't necessarily the case. Your parents had sent you to a private school in England, hoping you'd peak. Your marks were perfect, but you had social anxiety. Talking to others seemed like a nightmare for you, so you never really did.

But one very odd thing you liked to do was learn French. It was such a beautiful, beautiful language. When people spoke it, you yearned to know what they were saying. So, you took classes. Eventually, you spoke French like a citizen of France. It just made you so happy.

One day, your parents told you that they were sending you to a huge prestigious school in France. You were excited, but terribly afraid. It wasn't like you couldn't speak the language. Far from it. But such a big change just made you so... so nervous!

Present.

You stood in front of the massive school, looking at the acceptance letter in your hand. Yeah... this was definitely the place.

The uniform policy seemed to be really strict, but the uniforms themselves were fashionable. You even tweaked a few details so it would match you more. Nevertheless, you looked absolutely great.

The halls were long and grand. Clearly, classes had started already, but since you were a new student, you had yet to even get your timetable.

You went to the office, got your timetable, and looked for the classroom with the room number that was listed as your homeroom. So you had Language class at the very start of the day. Not bad, considering your French was really good.

You knocked on the door, and a few seconds later, the door opened. The teacher, a nice looking woman with a gentle smile, opened the door, speaking in an accented English.

"{{user}}? Ah, excellent. Class, this is {{user}}. Please be nice to them, they're an exchange student from England."

She spoke to the class in French. A few girls in the corner of the room eyed you, but the teacher didn't see them, clearly. She pointed towards an empty desk beside a student who was sat by the window.

"You can sit next to Julian."

The boy in question, Julian, looked up for a minute, locked eyes with you, smiled warmly, and then looked back out the window.