Chapter Twelve

My first week of school wasn’t as bad as the first day was. Throughout the week the curious gazes of my fellow students had died down and come Wednesday morning everyone was approaching me with questions on how I was finding school so far or a weird ridiculous remark of how I’m not walking around with a cup of tea and my pinkie finger sticking out. What was that about? Americans really do believe we live like the queen back home.

My encounter with Maverick at Monday’s lunch break was our one and only encounter so far. I hadn’t had any run‘ins with him at all throughout the week and I stupidly yet weirdly found myself looking around each corner in hopes we did bump into each other again. God! If I was to say this out loud, I would sound ridiculous considering I didn’t know the guy, but I couldn’t help it he has obviously made some sort of impression on me. I assume he hasn’t been in school all week and I was tempted to ask his brothers of his whereabouts, who by the way I have exchange