.:Lenka Kodiakovich Dyakov:.
My English is terrible.
That was all Lenka could think as he walked down the busy sidewalks of Toronto, towards the boarding school he was going to be staying at. Judging by what Toronto looked like, he couldn't understnad why everyone stereotyped Canada as being a bunch of woods. So far, he hadn't seen a tree taller than a metre, two metres at the most. Then again, this was a huge city.
He groaned, letting his head flop forward a little bit.. The time difference was killing him. What time was it in Moscow? He checked his watch, which he still hadn't changed from his time zone. It was 3:20 PM in Moscow, which meant it was 7:20 AM here. Great, seven hour time difference to get used to. Fun.
He turned a corner and walked down the street a little bit, then stood in front of a large property, with three large buildings. He inhaled deeply, and nodded once.
"I'm here."
.:Kye Samuel Fortune:.
Kye yawned, resting his head against the iwndow of the subway. He was one of the lucky enough people who managed to get a seat before the car managed to fill up. He looked lazily out the window. When his parents told him he was going off to some fancey-shamncey boarding school, he had gotten excited, figuring it was going to be somewhere cool like Italy or Germany, or atleast in California or something! But no, it was Toronto, Canada, the same city which he lived in before. BOR-RING. Needless to say, he was not in the best mood ever.
He stood up as the subway neared his station. After this, he still needed to walk around seven blocks. He wouldn't mind doing all this, if he was in another country. He grabbed his suitcase, pulled his backpack on, and put his bag over his shoulder as the subway came to stop. He walked off, then up and out into the morning air of busy Toronto.
He started down the street, looking more than just slightly miserable. Stupid boarding school. Stupid parents. Stupid life.
Eventually, he made it to the school. He walked onto the campus and sat down on a bench. There were already a lot of people here, even though he was still considerabley early.
.:Deryk Lukas Schauewecker:.
Deryk couldn't understand why everyone looked so tired, or almost everyone. Then he remembered: he wasn't in Germany anymore. He was used to travel, he travelled a fair bit when he was younger. He was born in Frankfurt, his parents moved to Switzerland, where he learnt Swiss-French, than went to france and learnt actual French, than he went to Ireland, than he and his paretns moved back to Germany, this time Berlin instead of Frankfurt. What felt strange was not being in the same country as his parents, that and he was in a total different continent.
His English was good, it was accented, all of his W's were said as V's, the way he thought was the correct way, his French was better, though, and hoped if he was at a loss for an English word he could just use a French one. Canada was bilingual, right? Out of all of the languages he had learnt throughout the years, German was the one that felt the most natural coming off his tongue.
He got off the streetcar, hauling his huge suitcase behind him. In Berlin, it would be noon, so he wide awake. Everyone here though, with the few exceptions, looked dead tired. He felt so weird. Someone came to him and asked him something, and he could hardly understnad waht he said. These people's accents certainly were different than Irish accents. He supposed it didn't matter. He smiled and said in his accented English, "I don't understand. Sorry." He gave an apologetic smile and went off, calling out a farewell.
After a few wrong turns, askng for directions twice, tripping over his own feet and luggage atleast three times, and snatching up a dog and returning him to his owner, he finally made it to the school. He took a deep breath of acomplishment, and started making his way into the campus.