Together we are Unstoppable

Chapter 1

This is our first story together so don't judge plz. im sorry if you hate it, oh no wait, im not.

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Lucia POV

I slowly woke up, the sun shining into my room. I looked over at the clock. It was 9:17 am. School started at 8:00. Crap. I scrambled out of bed, grabbing the sweatshirt laying on my chair beside me. I pulled it over my head and searched through my drawers for some sweatpants. I grabbed one out and jumped into them as fast as I could. I looked into my mirror to make sure I looked presentable.

"Ew." I said, cringing at my frizzy hair and smeared mascara.

If I'm gonna be late, might as well look good while doing it. I can't be an hour late and look like a homeless rat. That's just embarrassing.

So, I got in the shower, threw on a t-shirt and jeans, blow-dried my hair, and threw on some makeup. I then shuffled down the stairs and popped a piece of bread in the toaster. I smeared some peanut butter on it and scarfed it down. I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.

It was pretty warm outside, about 56 degrees. It was only a mile or two until I got to the school, and it was already 10:00. By the time I got there, we would already be in 3rd period.

I finally made it to the school. I walked in, dragging my feet through the halls. I got to my locker and grabbed my history book. I hate history.

I got to the classroom and Ms. Johnson death-stared me.

"You're late, Miss Rigoni."

"Yeah. I know." I mumbled.

"Excuse me?" She said.

"I said I know."

She glared at me.

"Principal's Office. Now." She said firmly.

So I went. I go there almost every day, so Mr. Conan wasn't surprised to see me.

"What'd you do now? Wait, let me guess...you punched someone again."

"Surprisingly, no. I just talked back to Ms. Johnson."

"Better than usual."

"Yeah...so are you gonna call my aunt or something?"

"I mean I don't know. What's the point? You go home almost everyday. Next time just...don't talk back."

"Ok. Well, it was nice seeing you, Mr. Conan. Bye," I said, walking out.

I went back to the classroom and Ms. Johnson death-stared me some more. I didn't have history with any of my friends, so there wasn't really anything to look forward to.

Soon enough, the bell rang and it was time for math. Math was definitely one of my favorite subjects, partly because all four of my friends were in the same class. Well, mostly for that reason.

I got to my locker, when a random dude came up to me and leaned on the locker next to me. He had an overpowering smell of Axe. I turned around and stared at him. Creep.

"What do you want?" I said, annoyed that my nose hairs were burning.

"Your number," he said as he winked at me.

"Ew, no. Go away." I said turning my focus back on my messy locker.

"Well...how about your hand in marriage?"

I stared him dead in the eye.

"Go marry a homeless rat your own size."

Before he could say anymore, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I could tell it was Kylie by the scent of expensive perfume radiating off of her.