POV: Breanna
"I'm Breanna, and I'm from the United States," I say, introducing myself to the class.
"Welcome, Breanna," says the AP Calculus teacher, allowing me to find a seat.
All my classes, except Italian, are at the advanced level. Vicente thought it would be best if I started learning Italian from scratch, as he thinks it will make it easier for me to learn.
Little does he know that I'm fluent in three languages.
At the back of the room, I see three empty chairs and choose the one next to the window.
I watch the football field and the cheerleaders practicing during class.
I'm distracted when I hear someone calling my name.
I look over and a red-haired girl with curly hair smiles at me.
"The teacher asked us to pair up, can I join you?" she asks me and I nod.
She sits down n
