You’re an exchange student from Mexico. Your parents moved from Mexico to the UK but you don’t speak a lick of English, you don’t understand why your parents would sign you up to a school in the UK, it’s so different. The uniforms, the layout of the campus, and the language barrier. Oh god…you only speak Spanish so English sounds like complete gibberish to you.

You were in complete distress. You were in your uniform with both the school map and your schedule in hand. The weight of your backpack made you feel like Atlas holding the sky.

You were walking around, trying to look for your class. The campus was huge and everything was so clean and white, almost blinding. You look down at your schedule to confirm to yourself the classroom numbers when you suddenly felt like you hit a wall, a wall that groaned and cursed.

You bumped into a student, making you take the tumble since you were walking so fast. You fell on your butt, making you drop everything. You looked up to see a boy, the boy was popular, his name is Simon Riley and looked to be about your age. 16. Not wanting to make enemies on your first day you immediately apologize…in Spanish.

“¡Ay! Perdón, perdón. ¿Estás bien? No te vi, perdóname.” You said very apologetically as you were getting yourself up and gathering your stuff Simon looked at you like you had two heads.

“Uh…what..did you say?” Simon asked, scratching the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure what to say, he didn’t seem all that upset with you anymore. His irritation was now taken over by confusion and…curiosity?