P.O.V Steven:
Well, it's time to start this, Hello, I'm Steven, I'm 15 years old and I live well, I lived in an empire city since my father is transferred to a beach city for work, I have no mother, my mother died two years ago
-a man apparently not much older than 30 was ready to go to his police job but he was waiting for the curly boy-
—Steven! Come on! You're late for school!—
-In the upstairs room a tall boy, more or less white skin with a small color tone, and black curls was still getting ready for school-
—I'm coming dad, I don't have much left! Thank you that I am not a girl because otherwise it will take like another week!—
-said the curly one to his father in a mocking tone-
—Very funny Steven! Go ahead and hurry up!—
-said in a slightly stronger tone-
—Well if it is for the good if it is for the good who refuses—
-He said speeding up his pace-
P.O.V Narrator:
In order not to do this long, the teenager has finished preparing even though it took more than necessary but they were still in time to arrive but let's forget the curly one for a moment and let's go with another teenager, or rather another
P.O.V Doroty:
Hello, I am Doroty Green Diamond, I am 15 years old and I am in Crystal High School and I am a good student, although I do not consider myself a great student, I am the daughter of Miss.Doroty , the principal of this school, although it seems that my mother does not see me as a daughter, she only sees me as one more student at school and at home. . Let's say that he cares about me and is something. . .no, not something, very strict. . I have it difficult
-A car parked in front of the school with a boy watching from the car window letting out a sigh-
—How much do you think Steven?—
-I ask looking at him with the rear view mirror-
—Is that, I always wondered why we left the empire city?—
-He asked melancholy with vague memories of his old life-
—Son, you know what happens there is not a topic of conversation—
-said to turn to see him-
—Listen this school is a new opportunity for you to start over—
—Start over? But if I had, I had my life made and it cost me too much to find friends and all that was lost—
—Boy. . .there are times that life brings us things that you don't expect. . .that day we left the city is one of those things—
-The one with curls just let out a sigh-
—And another of those "things" was the mother's death?—
-The father slightly lowered his gaze-
-He lowered his gaze slightly fathe-
—Better low. . you are late—
-He, looking at his father in a certain bad way, got out of the car-
—I will come in the afternoon ok?—
-He said to move forward and leave with a sigh-
P.O.V Narrator:
After that uncomfortable and somewhat strong conversation Steven entered the school and in it he began to look for his classroom
Ahhh but he got confused or felt disoriented and could not find his classroom Ahh but he would not be the only one who would walk through those corridors of the school why? they'll be wondering well let's just let this count itself
—Ash Where is that room?—
-Comment something annoying the one with laughing hair while looking at the schedule-
—Ahg why the heck don't ask where ...?—
-he asked just as annoying but that question was going to be interrupted because he had collided with a person causing his things to fall, you know the typical accident where two people meet-
—Auch hey look at it—
-He said with a clear but clear anger-
—Oops i didn't see you—
-said one of a girl with blond hair, green eye, and clearly shy about what happened to the opposite helping to pick up the thrown things-
—I'm seriously sorry I'm distracted these days—
-The one with the laughing hair looked at the girl, in part, he was somewhat enthralled by the girl's physique and on the other hand, he felt bad about what he said to the girl, picking up her things too-
—Emmm. . .Don't worry, it's my fault for not paying attention to me. . Hey, I'm looking for this room, do you know where it is? 230?—
-He said to give him the schedule of the classroom-
—Hmm ...—
-the blonde hair looked at the schedule-
—I think I've seen it if I'm not mistaken this ...—
-I look at the number of rooms-
—Oh, it's like two rooms from here, you're not that far—
-The young man let out a sigh of relief when he heard the girl-
—Thank you seriously thank you very much—
-This one was going to go but he stopped to look at the girl again-
—Emmm ... what's your name?—
-The girl looked the other way to laugh slightly and respond with pleasure-
—Oh well my name is Doroty nice to meet you—
—Well I'm Steven, nice to meet you to—
~ The school bell rang ~
—Well maybe I'll see you later—
-He said slightly accommodating his backpack and start walking but I look at him slightly-
—It was nice meeting—
—You Also Doroty—
-He said making a gesture of farewell and going to his living room-
—Hey, if you want I can show you the school so you can get to know it a little more hehe—
—Safe? It wouldn `t bother you?—
—No, of course not, also this place is not as big as you see it Well, if you say so then. . .it's okay—
-said letting out a small laugh-
—Well okay, I'll see you later, bye—
-He turned around and then left-
P.O.V Steven:
Wow, this will sound like a story but, I just saw a pretty girl but hey, I'll think of girls at another time and I'd better go to the living room
Room 230
-a subject teacher that does not matter at the moment I enter the room looking at the students-
—Guys hush please today we have a new student—
—Hi, I'm Steven. I'm 15 years old. I come from an empire city, but I had to move, here because my father was transferred for work.—
—Well, what does your father do? of course if you want to tell—
-ask curiously-
—He is a policeman and arrives until night, amm, can I sit down now?—
—Oh yes, of course, choose the place you like Thanks teacher—
-the boy chose a place to go to sit-(here I settle down)
P.O.V Narrator:
The classes passed with total normality that if the hours passed very, very slowly who knows why but that is not the point is that the time of the break came and the boy with the curls was having lunch quietly well let this continue to get longer
—Hello Steven, are you ready for the tour?—
-I ask looking at him-.
—Well, being frank, prepared because I have never been ready, I am not exaggerating
-he said with total honesty-
—Aha ... well better let's go, the break doesn't last long—
P.O.V Steven:
Peridot showed me the whole school and it was let's say kind of fast since the school was neither too big nor too small so it was short but to shorten the classes passed after recess and blah blah blah the exit came and I waited for my dad anyway , "not bad for my first day"