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[Jess]

Juliette walked through the park with her three new pups: Daisy, Lilly, and Rose. She had gotten the three french bulldog pups a couple of days ago from the animal shelter. Yes, she had named them all after flowers, so what? Juliette hummed to herself as she walked the three frenchies through the park. She looked around to see if she recognized anyone from school. Mostly only people who had automatically labeled her a losers the second they saw her.

Juliette shrugged and kept on walking. The dogs sniffed around at their surroundings curriously. Rose growled grumpily at a squirrel up in a tree. Juliette laughed and gently pulled the dogs along. She stopped at the swing set to sit down for a little while and let the dogs sniff around the new, strange place. She had only come here to America anbout two weeks ago, so this place was new and strange to her too.

Juliette tied her three pups up to the pole of the swing and began to slowly swing back and forth. She looked up to the sky at the clouds and let her mind wander. America was such a strange place and the culture was a little bit confusing. She sighed and shrugged the thought off. Surely she would get accustomed to this place soon?

Juliette let out a small scream as one of the chains on the swing snapped and she fell to the ground, landing on her side. She looked around to see that most of the people in the park were looking at her and some were even laughing and pointing. She pulled up her shirt a bit to examine a scrape on her side. She felt like crying, but instead she but her bottom lip and brushed the bits of sand off of the cut on her elbow.

[Myranda]

Joey Andersen prepared to explore Rosewood today. He had gotten in on his flight from London yesterday, and had been able to sleep in after taking about an hour to unpack. He had yet to make any friends, but making friends is not what he was here to do. No, he was here for his studies. He was here to graduate and attend an ivy league university. He was here to be bigger than his family and make a difference in the world. But, a friend would be nice.

Joey had always been the nerd, though. With his button down shirts and taste for plaid, he was a target for most bullies and a repellent for any friends. He was a nice enough guy, but the most he cared about was his family and school. Now that he was in boarding school, he was given a second chance to make a different impression on the people here. He'd maybe even become somewhat popular.

After dressing himself in jeans and a white shirt with thin blue stripes (button-down, of course), he started his exploration, arriving first at a nice park. The first part of it was all grass, with the exception of a few large trees. The second part was a playground, complete with the slide and all. Joey couldn't help but notice a girl about his age walking three dogs. Lord, how he loathed those animals. Little dogs were Joey's epitome of all things evil; all they did was bite, ruin things, and get their fur everywhere (including your mouth).

Still, Joey felt the need to watch the girl as she made her way to the swingset. Joey saw it coming a mile away; the weak chain's rust was so thick he could see it from where he was standing. He started to walk towards her, and that's when it broke and she fell to the ground. Joey quickened his pace as he looked around at all the people laughing and pointing. Americans are incredibly rude... he thought, as he approached the girl and offered to help her up. "Good heavens, that was quite a fall you had," he said in his charming british accent. "Are you alright?"

[Jess]

Juliette noticed a boy coming towards her. "I think I'm fine." She said, pulling herself up to her feet when he asked if she was alright. "It's completely my fault, I should have paid more attention to the condition that the swing was in." She said in her smooth french accent as she went to brush the dirt off of her pants and shirt with her hands. She did her best to comb through her now tangled blonde hair with her fingers and get some of the dirt out of it.

The people who had been pointing and laughing had now stopped, but they were still staring and whispering to each other. Juliette sighed and tried to ignore them. All she had done to them was try to be their friends, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. Now Juliette was starting to think that maybe she didn't want to be their friend, they were so rude and mean to each other.

Juliette frowned and allowed herself to look at them one more time, only to shake her head and turn away. Her three dogs walked over to her and sniffed at her feet before going over to the british boy and sniffing curriously at him. "Leave him alone," she told them sternly and gently tugged at ther leashes. They relucatantly walked away from the stranger and turned their attention to two squirrels that were chasing each other up a tree.

[Myranda]

Joey gave a nervous laugh and put his hands in his pockets. He really, really disliked little dogs. "Well, I'm terribly sorry for everyone else's behaviour. They're quite rude.." He glanced around at all the people who had now forgotten about the girl and were doing their own thing. They were annoying, and selfish. Joey noticed this about Americans in California more than anywhere else.

"Anyway," he said, looking back up and into her eyes. "I'm Joey Andersen. Pleasure," he said, offering his hand for a shake. "What on earth are you doing all alone here? Isn't it bothersome?" He questioned, knowing how much he hated being alone. Almost as much as he hated small dogs. But, he could easily hide that by flashing his charming smile (a smile unlike typical british stereotype).

[Jess]

Juliette srugged. "I'm guess I'm kind of used to it by now." She looked around once more and sighed. Being in America was deffinately not everything she had thought it would be. She wished that she could be back in France with all her friends. She had been liked there and hadn't had these sort of problems everyone like in America. Was she too different from them, perhaps? She shrugged the thought off, not wanting to complain about it or feel sorry for herself.

When Joey spoke it brought Juliette back out of her thoughts. "Nice to meet you Joey Anderson." She smiled and shook his hand. "I'm Juliette Zimmerman." She smiled at his question. "I'm not alone. I have my three girls." She laughed and gestured toward the three french bulldogs. Maybe she would end up having a friend afterall? Joey was nicer than most everybody in California, and it didn't seem like he was even from around there acording to his accent.

[Myranda]

"Right," Joey said, looking down at te dogs. "Your girls." He gave another nervous laugh, his trademark. "Uhm, I guess I meant... Friend-wise... You know. Humans?" He chuckled. "It's nice to meet you too, Juliette." Her accent sounded familiar, maybe italian or french. He wasn't all that great with recognizing accents- not in the least.

But, she seemed nice. A possible candidate for friendship later in the year. Though, Joey hadn't yet made friends, he liked to take things slowly. He considered everyone an acquaintance until he at least knows their middle name- and they have to say it on their own, he can't provoke it. Needless to say, Joey had a lot of acquaintances.

[Jess]

Juliette bit her lip and thought of how she would reply to him for a second. "I don't really have any friends here I guess. I just moved here a couple of weeks ago from France." She didn't really want to go into any detail about why she had moved here. She got asked that a lot by teachers, and she did her best to avoid the question and change the subject. In truth, she hadn't yet thought of a good lie to tell people. Foreign exchange student, perhaps?

Juliette nervously tugged on her left earlobe, a habbit she had gotten into as a child. Now she did it whenever she got nervous or anxious, which had been a lot since she moved to America. "What about you? I don't suppose you're from around here? England, perhaps?" Juliette asked. She had had a friend in France that had an accent like Joey's who was from England.