Restless Hearts, chapter 1
I put my blonde hair into a low ponytail. I'm your average blonde haired, blue eyed beauty that everyone swoons over.
"Zuzanna, we have to go to the airport to go to America!" my mother called out from here. I was born and raised in Polska (Poland), but my papa had got a job offer in America that he couldn't refuse.
"Zuz, do you really have to wear that?" she asked me. I nodded, I was wearing an American band t-shirt called 'Eagles', and ripped jeans and my converse.
"Where are we going in America again?"
"Somewhere called California."
"Can I bring my guitar?"
"Sure I guess."
"Sweet!"
"Just don't ruin this advantage Zuzanna! You know what almost happened."
"Yeah I know mama."
I was just sent to Juvenile hall because I brought a knife to school. I wasn't even showing it around, the teachers went though my pockets because they thought they something suspicious. It was for self defense, since I'm punk, I often get beat up. But my parents understood, which is the only thing I'm thankful for.
"Do you have everything?"
"Yes papa."
"Off to America!"
We got to the airport and I got my CD player after the plane lifted. I was listening to the Eagle's 'New Kid in Town'.
"I'm so excited to go to America, we are going to start a whole new life Zuz! Isn't that exciting?" my mama asked me. I was in a sour mood since I had to leave my friends behind.
"You are to start your new school tomorrow," Papa told me.
"Great," I said sarcastically.
"Isn't it though?" my mom pepped in. I groaned and turned my player all the way up.
***
"Welcome to Pinole High, what can I do for you?" the secretary asked me. I tried my best to speak the best English I could.
"I am new from Polska, my name is Zuzanna Roboliski."
"Oh hello dear," she said very slowly and loudly. I'm foreign, not deaf.
"Myla dear could you come over here?" the woman said. A girl that looked about a couple years younger came over and smiled at me.
"Hi, my name is Myla and I'll show you around ok?" she smiled. She seemed cool so I just shrugged and followed her.
"This is your team, the red team I suppose."
"What's red?" I asked, the one thing I didn't learn were the colors.
"Oh this," she blushed and pointed to the red on the walls.
"Yo Myla!" a voice said. I turned around to see two boys walking to us. I shivered and got closer to Myla as the boys smiled at me.
"What do you want Mike?"
"Aww can't I say hi to my baby sister? Who's the babe? She's smoking," the taller boy said while looking at me.
"Mike stop trying to talk gangsta," the other boy said. Mike closed his mouth and blushed.
"Mike stop it! She's new from Poland here and she probably can't stand up for herself."
I mutter a couple of swear words and must've had evil eyes.
"Can you?" she asked.
"Let's just say I almost got sent to jail but since I was a minor I just got Juvenile Hall," I responded.
"Whoa, trouble maker?" the other boys asked. He had gorgeous green eyes and black hair, I just nodded in reply. I heard yelling from another voice and then Mike was on the ground with another boy laughing.
"What the heck Tré!" Mike yelled. The boy named 'Tré' was just laughing.
"Co zrobil wy robi co który dla?" I asked.
"What?" he asked me.
"Oh sorry, I asked why did you do that for?"
"Oh, I don't know, it was fun," he said while brushing himself off. He looked at me squarely in the eye and I instantly got shivers.
"Witam," I said shyly and kissed his cheek. He looked at me weirdly and I then blushed.
"It is culture in Polska, when you say greetings they you much give you a kiss on the cheek, one for males and two for females."
"What does 'witam' mean by the way?" Tré asked me.
"It means hello."
"I'm Mike, and this is Billie Joe," the tall one said while pointing to the boy with gorgeous green eyes.
"Witam Mike," I said while kissing his cheek.
"Witam Billie Joe," I continued while kissing his cheek.
"What grade are you in?"
"Um my schedule says junior? What does that mean?" I asked.
"That means you're third year with us," Mike smiled.
"Yeah, what do you have first?" Billie Joe asked while snatching my paper.
"Ok don't let me answer or anything."
"Rawrr much?" Mike asked.
"Spadaj," I replied bitterly.
"Spa day?" he asked me.
"No, spadaj means get lost."
"Cool can you cuss in polish?" Tré asked me. I nodded and just followed Billie Joe to my class.
"I'll teach you?" I asked him. He nodded and I scribbled down my phone number on his hand.
"Cool, I'll call you."
"That would be awesome."
"Hey are you gonna sit by us at lunch?" Billie Joe asked.
"It depends if I'm invited," I said while leaning against the lockers.
"Of course you are."
"Cool, I'll see you later."
I kissed Tré on the cheek, he smirked.
"Was that a good bye?" he asked me.
"No, that was a kiss."
"Oh."
I could hear Billie Joe chuckling while I walked in the classroom. The teacher looked at me questionably.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm a new student from Polska."
"From where?" the teacher asked.
"I thought this is geography class?" I said leaning against the door.
"It is dear but where is Polska?"
"Poland is the common name for it."
"Oh ok."
"You can sit by Mr. Pritchard over there," she said pointing at a familiar face, Mike.
"Long time no see huh?" he asked.
"Will you help me if I don't get some words, I only took 2 years of English and rusty?"
"Of course I will, but what is your name again?" he replied.
"Zuzanna Roboliski."
"Middle name?"
"What middle name?"
"You don't have a middle name?"
"You have middle names here?"
"Why are you replying everything I say with a question?"
"Aren't you enjoying this conversation?"
"Why are you being stubborn?"
"I'm being stubborn?"
"Are you?"
"What did you just say?"
"I don't know."
"Ha! You lost!" I giggled.
"You are one interesting gal."
"Thanks, I'll take it as a complement."
We chatted all through geography class and ended up with homework.
"Hey could you help me with my homework? I don't get it."
"Sure I'll see you in study hall."
"Cool, thanks a bunch Mike."
"Hey dork who's the new girl?" a voice said behind me. I turned around to see a bunch of boys in jock jackets.
"Who are you calling a dork?" Mike retaliated.
"You obviously and why are you hanging around a hottie like this?" he said while trailing his hand down my bare arm. I smacked it away and lunged at him but Mike held me back.
"Whoa violent," he said while touching my face. I snapped my teeth at him as a warning.
"Snake!" he yelled at me.
"Well I have the tongue for it!" I yelled while sticking my tongue out that freaked everyone out, even Mike. I got this weird surgery thing done to my tongue that made it like a snake, it was an experiment to see how people would react and so far it's been going good. Mike made a frightened face as the jocks jogged away.
"What. The. Heck!" he yelled while he let go of me and backed up.
"Mike calm down, it's not that scary, it was just an experiment."
"To turn yourself into a lizard!?"
"No! So I would see reactions like this!" I laughed.
"It's still scary."
"Just be glad I didn't get those scales yet."
"Yet!?"
"Zuzanna, we have to go to the airport to go to America!" my mother called out from here. I was born and raised in Polska (Poland), but my papa had got a job offer in America that he couldn't refuse.
"Zuz, do you really have to wear that?" she asked me. I nodded, I was wearing an American band t-shirt called 'Eagles', and ripped jeans and my converse.
"Where are we going in America again?"
"Somewhere called California."
"Can I bring my guitar?"
"Sure I guess."
"Sweet!"
"Just don't ruin this advantage Zuzanna! You know what almost happened."
"Yeah I know mama."
I was just sent to Juvenile hall because I brought a knife to school. I wasn't even showing it around, the teachers went though my pockets because they thought they something suspicious. It was for self defense, since I'm punk, I often get beat up. But my parents understood, which is the only thing I'm thankful for.
"Do you have everything?"
"Yes papa."
"Off to America!"
We got to the airport and I got my CD player after the plane lifted. I was listening to the Eagle's 'New Kid in Town'.
"I'm so excited to go to America, we are going to start a whole new life Zuz! Isn't that exciting?" my mama asked me. I was in a sour mood since I had to leave my friends behind.
"You are to start your new school tomorrow," Papa told me.
"Great," I said sarcastically.
"Isn't it though?" my mom pepped in. I groaned and turned my player all the way up.
***
"Welcome to Pinole High, what can I do for you?" the secretary asked me. I tried my best to speak the best English I could.
"I am new from Polska, my name is Zuzanna Roboliski."
"Oh hello dear," she said very slowly and loudly. I'm foreign, not deaf.
"Myla dear could you come over here?" the woman said. A girl that looked about a couple years younger came over and smiled at me.
"Hi, my name is Myla and I'll show you around ok?" she smiled. She seemed cool so I just shrugged and followed her.
"This is your team, the red team I suppose."
"What's red?" I asked, the one thing I didn't learn were the colors.
"Oh this," she blushed and pointed to the red on the walls.
"Yo Myla!" a voice said. I turned around to see two boys walking to us. I shivered and got closer to Myla as the boys smiled at me.
"What do you want Mike?"
"Aww can't I say hi to my baby sister? Who's the babe? She's smoking," the taller boy said while looking at me.
"Mike stop trying to talk gangsta," the other boy said. Mike closed his mouth and blushed.
"Mike stop it! She's new from Poland here and she probably can't stand up for herself."
I mutter a couple of swear words and must've had evil eyes.
"Can you?" she asked.
"Let's just say I almost got sent to jail but since I was a minor I just got Juvenile Hall," I responded.
"Whoa, trouble maker?" the other boys asked. He had gorgeous green eyes and black hair, I just nodded in reply. I heard yelling from another voice and then Mike was on the ground with another boy laughing.
"What the heck Tré!" Mike yelled. The boy named 'Tré' was just laughing.
"Co zrobil wy robi co który dla?" I asked.
"What?" he asked me.
"Oh sorry, I asked why did you do that for?"
"Oh, I don't know, it was fun," he said while brushing himself off. He looked at me squarely in the eye and I instantly got shivers.
"Witam," I said shyly and kissed his cheek. He looked at me weirdly and I then blushed.
"It is culture in Polska, when you say greetings they you much give you a kiss on the cheek, one for males and two for females."
"What does 'witam' mean by the way?" Tré asked me.
"It means hello."
"I'm Mike, and this is Billie Joe," the tall one said while pointing to the boy with gorgeous green eyes.
"Witam Mike," I said while kissing his cheek.
"Witam Billie Joe," I continued while kissing his cheek.
"What grade are you in?"
"Um my schedule says junior? What does that mean?" I asked.
"That means you're third year with us," Mike smiled.
"Yeah, what do you have first?" Billie Joe asked while snatching my paper.
"Ok don't let me answer or anything."
"Rawrr much?" Mike asked.
"Spadaj," I replied bitterly.
"Spa day?" he asked me.
"No, spadaj means get lost."
"Cool can you cuss in polish?" Tré asked me. I nodded and just followed Billie Joe to my class.
"I'll teach you?" I asked him. He nodded and I scribbled down my phone number on his hand.
"Cool, I'll call you."
"That would be awesome."
"Hey are you gonna sit by us at lunch?" Billie Joe asked.
"It depends if I'm invited," I said while leaning against the lockers.
"Of course you are."
"Cool, I'll see you later."
I kissed Tré on the cheek, he smirked.
"Was that a good bye?" he asked me.
"No, that was a kiss."
"Oh."
I could hear Billie Joe chuckling while I walked in the classroom. The teacher looked at me questionably.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'm a new student from Polska."
"From where?" the teacher asked.
"I thought this is geography class?" I said leaning against the door.
"It is dear but where is Polska?"
"Poland is the common name for it."
"Oh ok."
"You can sit by Mr. Pritchard over there," she said pointing at a familiar face, Mike.
"Long time no see huh?" he asked.
"Will you help me if I don't get some words, I only took 2 years of English and rusty?"
"Of course I will, but what is your name again?" he replied.
"Zuzanna Roboliski."
"Middle name?"
"What middle name?"
"You don't have a middle name?"
"You have middle names here?"
"Why are you replying everything I say with a question?"
"Aren't you enjoying this conversation?"
"Why are you being stubborn?"
"I'm being stubborn?"
"Are you?"
"What did you just say?"
"I don't know."
"Ha! You lost!" I giggled.
"You are one interesting gal."
"Thanks, I'll take it as a complement."
We chatted all through geography class and ended up with homework.
"Hey could you help me with my homework? I don't get it."
"Sure I'll see you in study hall."
"Cool, thanks a bunch Mike."
"Hey dork who's the new girl?" a voice said behind me. I turned around to see a bunch of boys in jock jackets.
"Who are you calling a dork?" Mike retaliated.
"You obviously and why are you hanging around a hottie like this?" he said while trailing his hand down my bare arm. I smacked it away and lunged at him but Mike held me back.
"Whoa violent," he said while touching my face. I snapped my teeth at him as a warning.
"Snake!" he yelled at me.
"Well I have the tongue for it!" I yelled while sticking my tongue out that freaked everyone out, even Mike. I got this weird surgery thing done to my tongue that made it like a snake, it was an experiment to see how people would react and so far it's been going good. Mike made a frightened face as the jocks jogged away.
"What. The. Heck!" he yelled while he let go of me and backed up.
"Mike calm down, it's not that scary, it was just an experiment."
"To turn yourself into a lizard!?"
"No! So I would see reactions like this!" I laughed.
"It's still scary."
"Just be glad I didn't get those scales yet."
"Yet!?"
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