hawkins middle

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I walked in and the burning sensation of all eyes on me hit.

I stepped into the class that was science, school wasn't firey after all, it seemed way better... Well that is until the teacher stopped me from going to my seat.

"We have a new student everyone! This is miss y/n Harington, tell the class about yourself."

"Can't." I briefly say and try to walk again but was stopped by him again

"We're all nervous our first day just tell the class about yourself."

"No english.. Write."

I gesture to the chalkboard behind him.

"Oh that's right your the Foreign exchange, my bad." The teacher mr clarke smiled at me softly and grabbed me a peice of chalk allowing me to write.

" hello I'm Y/n Harrington, I am russian, I cannot speak English." I smile and erase it.

I walked over to my seat, a boy with freckles and brownish black hair sat next to me.

He looked at me and then looked at the chalkboard.

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