<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_27.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Stoneley<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The school entrance<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Arriving at school on a Monday morning<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>Beryl, Their mum, Open<br/><hr/><br/>A new school year, at not just a new school, but in a whole new country. My GCSE results had been pretty good, and gave me what the Yanks referred to as a Grade point Average of 2.8, which wasn't exactly the best in the world, but seriously, I was let down by my D in French. Fichu langue obligatoire! Still, here in Yankeeland they don't even know where France is, let alone have to learn to speak to the French.<br/><br/>We'd been here a couple of weeks, and already my hopes were high. See, there was this girl. She was in the year above, but I'd sat next to her one day at lunch, when we were late and the canteen was crowded, and Beryl and I got separated. So, we got chatting and we chatted, and we were still sitting next to each other chatting when the bell went... Now, seriously, for Beryl, that's normal. But me? I'm normally shy. Anyway, I've seen her around a few times, and made some discrete enquiries and found that she actually does swing the way I do. So I sort of let her know I was interested, by sitting closer to her than perhaps i needed to, so our hips touched. She didn't move away or complain or anything, which was great...<br/><br/>So this Monday as mum dropped us outside the school I kissed her goodbye, totally ignoring my sister, who was sending a text to someone I think... Well she was doing something with her phone anyway. So I slid from the car and trotted into the school grounds, looking to see if I could see Carmen anywhere.