Totally Misunderstood

Chapter 1

Totally Misunderstood

Chapter 1: NOLAN'S POV

Loud, electric buzzes come from my alarm clock. I groan, knowing that it is time to get ready for school; my aching limbs start to go into action.

            As soon as I am up, I quickly run to the bathroom. Sharing a bathroom with an older sister, I knew I needed to hurry or else I wasn’t going to be able to shower.

            I am almost done showering when I hear a loud knock. “Get out of the bathroom Noku!” my sister yells.

            Noku, I hate that nickname! My name is Nolan, so how my sister came up with that nickname still confuses me.

            “Yes mommy!” I respond. Quickly I throw my uniform on, the shirt is wrinkly but I don’t really care. I wasn’t trying to impress someone. I spray on my cologne and brush my teeth.

            I open the door to my demanding older sister. She glares at me, whatever. I go down stairs and hear the door slam. Oops! I guess I didn’t realize the time it was. My sister had 5 minutes to get ready. 

            I grab my lunch and my backpack; I didn’t have time to eat breakfast now. I look at my mom’s car, and since my sister wasn’t finished showering I grab the passenger seat.

            “Hey Nolan,” my mother says. She looks tired and stressed, but beautiful. Her dark brunette hair falls down her back, and her dark blue eyes. I am so jealous I hadn’t inherited her eyes; they were perfect in every way.

            “Good morning Mom.” I greet. I look out the window and see my sister panting angrily. I hope she still isn’t angry from earlier.  As she walks by the car, she glares at me. I guess she still is very mad.

            “Hey.” is all she can mumble. She has my mother’s deep blue eyes. I am so jealous, why do I have to inherit my grandfather’s plain and simple brown eyes?

            “Good morning, Aerial.” My mother says. After that silence. My sister isn’t in the mood to talk, not that I can blame her, I mean, honestly she looks terrible. Yes, kill me now! Girls are always beautiful and stuff, blah blah blah, but seriously, my sister has seen better days.

            We pull up to the school, giving my mother a quick peck on the cheek, I run out to my classroom. If I sprinted, I wouldn’t be late.

            Relief flows over me as my class has yet to start. I go up and see my best friend. “Hey man!” I shout.

            “Nolan! You’re finally here! I thought you might have been sick!” Alexander responds.

            Just as I am about to respond, our register teacher comes and we walk inside. She talks about something, though I hope it wasn’t too important because I am trying to finish my math homework.

            Yes, I know I didn’t finish my homework, call me a bad guy, but to be honest I normally finish my homework straight away. I had a note, explaining why I couldn’t finish, but to me that didn’t seem like much of an excuse, so here I am quickly finishing it up. Being satisfied, I put the work back in my bag.

            The day seems to be dragging out each little minuet, making them feel like hours. Each class today seems to have a surprise, making me feel totally unprepared.

 In science we had a pop quiz; the questions themselves were not hard. It was the short amount of time we were given to complete it. Then in English, we had to create a creative paragraph on love. On love! I am a boy, I can write a whole 200 page book about video games, but I cannot write a mere 3 sentences on love. It is a good thing that our teacher also allowed us to work on this at home; I could get help from my older sister, if she still isn’t mad at me. It was due tomorrow.

Finally, break had come. Running around with my friends, they invite me to come play soccer, but something catches my eye. I calmly decline and thank them for offering and go over to her.

I have never seen her before, she must be the new transfer student, and she came all the way from America. The school had made such a big deal about it, she wasn’t famous or royal. Well, at least to my knowledge.    

The first thing I see are her eyes, deep blue. Just like my mothers. Her hair, tangly, curly and a dirty blonde. That is all I see before I notice something. Her eyes are darting right at me, not in a mean way but more of I am curious.

Before I have time to blink, she is standing in front of me.

“Hi! My name is Analia, and I moved from the US.” She says. Her eyes are green, wait. Were they not just blue? Slowly they changed back to the deep blue.

“Um, hello?” she asks. Oh, right I forgot to introduce myself. She just caught me staring at her like a freak. Way to go Nolan, such an amazing introduction, more like idiot.

“Oh hi! My name is Nolan.” I say. I hope she doesn’t realize anything that had just happened. Her cheeks turn a pinkish hue; I guess she is embarrassed of herself.

    “Analia!!! You are CRAZY!” Lyra yells. Lyra, use to be a good friend of mine, but we ended up in an argument that the whole grade found out about.

Analia’s face goes into a deep scarlet tone. She and Lyra giggle, then run off.

Strange, everything about her is strange. Girls are just to confusing.

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YAY my first chapter is DONE!!!!!!!!!! What do you think??? I think I will do it Analia's POV next :3 oh and picture of Analia :3 Who's gonna be the first to comment!!! I'll dedicate the next chapter to the first comment :P but it has to be unique not just saying first comment is gonna cut it. Dedicated to Lyrablack