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ｘｘ"Belldon! Anessa! It's Four, get up!"
The wondrous, gruff sound of first Sargent in the military beckoned two beings. The Sargent was six foot seven inches, two hundred and fifteen pounds of muscle and nonetheless the father of the two individuals of whom he had called. He fully dressed in his uniform, standing proudly in his new home. It was quite cozy, pictures of previous trips covered the brown walls and the flooring was a beautiful oak color. The aroma of homemade cooking filled every room of the house, making even the strongest of men fall to their knees like puppy-dogs. His wife's cooking was simply the best, as to be expected from such a woman.
Meanwhile, as the Sargent surveyed his home, a light stirring was being made upstairs. In a medium sized room, painted with a pastel brown and stripped with lush green stripes, a body wiggled under black covers. It squirmed inhumanly from side to side, groaning in protest. For a mere second, it froze, its hair peaking, oh-so slightly, from the top. It appeared that it was falling back into its slumber but, one would be mistaken to think so. The body flew upwards, appearing to gain the needed information in its current situation. It's hair draped in every known direction over the wide, blue eyes, of which looked side from side. The half naked individual tossed the comforter from over itself and scooted off of the bed; goosebumps consuming every inch of exposed flesh.
That goose-bump covered male was the eldest son, Belldon Perrie. Roughly five feet, seven inches in height, he was was also the shortest in his family. Anessa, the youngest child, was five feet, nine. It was the one thing the boy was least confident about even though it compensated for other things, such as his cuteness. "Hurry it up you two!" The voice boomed into the male's ears as he made his way to and fro from the personal bathroom and closet, clearly displaying his lack of awareness. One would think that a boy of the age sixteen would be able to gather his thoughts more clearly.
Belldon was still attempting to gather his thoughts as he tossed a set of clothing onto his bed. The new room was very much so foreign to him. It had a different layout, coloring, flooring, everything. It was a pain to have to constantly change things around. He would rather have his beautiful room from his Italian home here than this huge cluster f--k. The male tousled his hair from the stressful awakening then sighed. "Okay, I need pants..?" He tilted his head, realizing that he had pulled out a skirt from his closest. A grim expression washed over his face, of which had the impression of his tangled headphone wires on it. "Anessa!"
The foreign child had made his way downstairs, clothing in hand. His father and his sister stood at the bottom of the stairs; his father ready to head out and his sister..well, she stood there with a wicked grin. "So, did you like the surprise?" She asked, her untamed blonde hair covering her left eye. The sarcasm was undeniable. Her voice nearly oozed it. "Oh, of course. Just remember, I know karma." He smirked happily as he past her, his head held high. "Okay, Okay. Come on. Training first, stupidity later." His father looked at the his children, of whom both looked a mess, and shook his head. Sometimes, he wondered how they were even his.
After two hours physical training, Bel made his way to the upstairs bathroom and showered. It was a relief to stand under the cool water. His father had mercilessly worked his sister and him to the bone this morning. Sadly, the shower had to be brief in duration. The father figure had left them only an hour to dress themselves. Breakfast was out of the equation as well. It was a shame too, his mother had made her famous pancakes. They were always perfectly cooked, which was a shock. No one in the family would have guessed that she was such a good cook. If it wasn't for her military status, she would have become a chef. A job that the short male would have deemed more fitting.
Shower..done, clothing..on and everything..completed. He made the finishing touches to his morning routine, somewhat astonished that he still had time to spare. Obviously he wouldn't go downstairs, for if were to more duties, also known as chores, would be bestowed upon him. The peace was a breath of fresh air. It gave him time to think about what he was exactly going to do about all of this. He was going to new school, once again. Not only that but the students were American students, not European ones. They probably acted a lot differently too. Hell, that was a given. Americans, from what he had heard, were of at a different standard of living than what he was used to. Those in Italy, Germany and Japan differed in social standards all on their own thus why it wouldn't be a huge slap to encounter any abnormal behaviors.
After about ten minutes, his sister and him were called down stairs once more. They exchanged hugs with their mother, of whom was covered in flour. "Don't make a fool of yourselves! Especially you, Bel, I don't want to have to pick you up because you fell up the stairs!" Her face was bright with pleasure as she saw them off. Cathy Perrie, one truly happy woman. She was always so proud of them even when they acted up. She was also the only reason why Belldon didn't bother with people most of the time. He wanted to avoid any sort of being who could change him into a disgrace to his mother. The boy dreads the day that he does something to spite her but he wouldn't be ignorant, or in denial, towards the fact that that day would come sooner or later.
Eventually, Bel found himself standing in front of the large school that who have to grow accustomed to. Other students passed him by, looking at him strangely as they did so. Luckily, the people here smelled better. There some in his previous school who simply didn't know what a shower was so, the sweet smells of perfume and cleanliness were amazing to his already sensitive nose. "Hey! You new here?" One boy came up from behind him abruptly and smiled. His hair was a crisp brown and his eyes, they were a light hazel color that vividly played off of his tanned skin; and to his own demise, the other was much taller than him. Oh boy. Bel swallowed lightly then looked to the other boy. "Yeah, I just moved here from Italy last month.."
The other boy laughed, "Dude! That's cool, come on, let's get in the building then talk, kay?" The brunette male seemed quite relaxed with welcoming people into his space. This was something that he would have to get used to. Nonetheless, he followed the tall boy and chatted with him. His name was Chase and a Sophomore. After speaking with him, his mind eased into the mind set of the school. In a way, he prayed that his peers would be like that guy. It would make his time here far more pleasant. "Hey, time to get to class. I`ll catch you later."
"Class, I know it's late in the school year and you're all eager for summer to come so you can quit listening to me talk every morning. " The teacher spoke with confidence in his words, attempting to be funny. The students, however, were not amused. Their dull reaction almost made him grin. That poor old man. His mind laughed as he looked past his black hair. The boy's blue eyes vaguely captured the silhouettes of his peers faces. Most of them were dully dressed, with the exception of a few. Those few being either highly keen on fashion or in a certain clique. Once again, the teacher grasped his attention by speaking. He gave a weak smile and obeyed happily, taking his seat next to doodling female. He tossed his bag to the floor next to him and observed the miscellaneous glances he received. It was still such a strange feeling to have people stare. It really didn't matter where you lived; if you were new, you would be starred at.
Bel sat their awkwardly, awaiting for the teacher to begin the lessons for the day. It was taking him forever to take class attendance though. So, with boredom setting in, he turned his focus onto the little scene that the person next to him was sketching out. It appeared to be the famous love sick characters from Romeo and Juliet. The tale of lovers who were forbidden to lover one another. A true tragedy, even though it was their own stupidity that got them killed. "That's really good." He whispered to the other being, looking up from the image to the face of its creator. His face probably looked like that of a baby's from her view. Which would be slightly embarrassing if pointed out but the other didn't appear to be the kind of person to point that out and, quite frankly, if he wanted to avoid being looked at as a baby face then he should pick his head up from the desk. Otherwise, it would be his doing if it was murmured among others. Stop fretting! No one's going to point out your little things. You're over thinking your judgement on these people! He cursed within his subconscious, still observing the doodle.
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