BORN TO IMPRESS,,

[CARTER, Matthew]

Matt Carter

Hot kid on the block.

Matt walked onto the wet soaking ground, brilliant day for football, not. This day was not going well not at all, this day was utter crap all the French, German everyone who did not speak proper English, very well was getting on his nerves he never knew what they were saying. He frowned why was this school so dull? They didn’t even clean there pitch the soaking mud felt as if it was pulling him down. Matt had just moved here from America, were he was used to being the centre of the attention and the coolest lad on the block, he was a rich spoilt boy, but he was still nice. He strode towards the goal so that he could get a easy shot, he looked at the goal straight, then grabbed his football from held in his hand. Should he shoot? Nahh not yet, he looked across the pitch it was so disgustingly muddy.
The sky looked as if it was about to burst into a shower, great, more mud, The field was quite away from the school so he might as well leave the premises’ but , to be honest Matt couldn’t be bothered to move his arse of the ball , he was sitting on .The sky’s grey clouds were dripping a small amount of tears, he looked up at the sky his gaze completely focused. The rain dropped down onto his Manchester united top was going to get drenched oh well he thought, I will get a new one Thought matt, he looked around , it was so lonely here...
Matt longed for someone cool to join him , he knew it was not going to happen at least he could wish, he sighed placing his hands on his head, might as well do some practice. He got up from his sitting position and stretched, then started to jog around the area of the pitch. Jogging was one of his strong points , especially long distance, he was nearing the second lap when a huge crash of thunder came from overhead. He smiled he loved the rain , and the thunder no matter what he would carry on.

[LONDON, James]

I walked through the school hallway, smiling as I passed everyone. My smile didn't reach my eyes; I was incredibly bored with this place, even though I had only been here for a few days. I had already explored most of the place; all that was left was outside. I made my way to the door and looked at the sky to make sure I wasn't gonna get rained on. It didn't look promising. I shrugged (getting a strange glance from some girl) and went out. Nice... I muttered, looking around the garden. It was painfully empty. I stopped and smelled a couple of the plants, and continued on. Gardens just weren't my thing. I snickered as I walked onto the front lawn and looked at the map I had of the school. Huh. Sports... I followed the directions on the map to a number of different fields, when I saw some dude jogging. He looked...well, athletic. I never used to be athletic; but recently I had gotten onto the football team at my American high school, and went uphill from there. I think that after the accident, tackling other guys made it easier for some odd reason. Violence usually helped people cope with anger; guess it sorta worked for me. For a little while, anyway.
I glanced at the guy again. He looked to be about my size. I walked closer, speeding up my pace so that I could catch up to him. I was bored; jogging could do me some good. I hadn't worked out since my arrival here, which was pretty irregular for me. Finally I caught up to him, and, over a boom of thunder stuck out my hand and said, "James. You? I suddenly realized this guy might not speak English, but the sentence was simple enough so that even if he didn't, he would probably get it...

[CARTER, Matthew]

"Hé, je suis Matthieu, quelle année vous?" He smiled wondering if he would think he was foreign , although he was, he talked English He was American so it was his usual language anyway. "Nahh Just kidding, those foreigners that don't know English are getting on my nerves i can never understand them, I am Matt " He smiled and slowed to a walk, and grabbed his ball from the floor , It was good to have some company , at last.




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