Chapter 2 - School

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Mia's POV:

"Urrgg Mondays are the worst" I sleepily said to myself whilst turning off the alarm on my rubbish blackberry.

I got up slipped on my black jacket and walked down the stairs, the worst part is we have a 3 story house and I have the bedroom on the 3 floor. I opened the cupboard to get out my breakfast bars, I normally have 2 because 1 never fills me up. Then I walked into the living room and started to watch Dumping Ground. I loved the dumping ground because it was always chaotic and funny to watch, many times have I been compared to Carmen because on how much she loves pink. After 2 episodes I decided to start getting dressed and do my make-up. At my school your not allowed to wear own clothes and make-up but most of the girls I know still were make-up and try to pazaz their uniform without breaking to rules too much. Make-up done and uniform sorted I got my bag ready packed and walked to my friend Terri's house, we always walk together but several times has she been late and we've had to miss assembly together.

Schools always a drag, listening to teachers waffling on about rubbish made me want to just make myself get expelled but I wasn't that much of a rebel. Period 1 was the worst, especially when we have Spanish. Accents were never my thing, I sound like a cat coughing up a hair ball. Period 2 was not much different maths was just Mental Abuse To Humans. Period 3, 4 and 5 didn't bother me much they seemed to go pretty quickly.

Once the bell rang at period 5 everyone charged out of the classroom I walked back with Terri again as we lived fairly close. We just chatted about random stuff and we talked about our youtube crushes. She's not much into them lot but she knows enough to have a conversation about it.

"I like the one whos really sassy" Terri said like a question.

"You mean Ricky Dillion" I replied like I know everything because I do.

"Yerr, oh my days hes omfg" Terri said like a total fan girl.

Then my phone started ringing, it was my Dad.

"Gotta run, byesss!" I shouted half running.

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