Dear diary

High school

* hey guys, before we start here's a few disclaimers! 1) there is swearing 2) kissing and 3) mild violence. Enjoy and thanks for reading!

Dear diary,

High school am I right. At this point I just block out the sound of the teachers and drift off into my own world. A world with a school where you can look out of the window and see the ocean waves crashing against the golden sand and-

"Miss Taylor!!"
"Huh- oh sorry I was daydreaming mr crook. What was the question?" I say nervously as the class laugh at me. I can feel my face heat up..
"..I said, what is 2 plus.. -4 .. then add.."
My eyes start to close then a ruler gets slammed against my desk. I jump up from the sound and see Mr crooks staring at me with his old, scary eyes.
"Stay after class miss Taylor" he says and walks away. I put my head in my hands and sigh at the thought of spending even more in this stupid school.

~ 45 minutes later ~

The whole class is gone and I'm sitting at my desk waiting for the teacher to come back. He walks in and sits at his desk and stares at me. I look back and he is still staring..
"Sir.. uh you wanted to talk to me" I say nervously sitting up and looking away.
"Yes. I am concerned for you. I know you've never wanted to be in the spot light but Taylor, this is getting bad" he says frowning.
"What do mean?" I say
"Well, your grades are dropping and you don't interact with anyone and you Barley talk to Carly or Kim who are you best friends." He says.

Kim and Carly. My best friends :) I've known Carly longer than Kim. Me and Carly have been friends since she moved here from China. She's got a dark brown bob, wispy bangs, dark brown eyes and is 5'7. Then there's Kim, We met at high school and she joined me and Carly. She is from Texas; has blonde wavy hair that's only wavy because she barley washes her hair,  piercing blue eyes and is 5'9. She should be a model if I'm being honest. Then there's me, Taylor bright. I've got long brown wavy hair, hazel eyes and I'm 5'7. We are all polar opposites. Carlys an optimist who loves to bullet journal. To be honest she's a really arty person and is definitely the mom of the group. Then there's Kim. She is quite popular and lives 80-90's rock. She is really good with boys as well. Then there's me. A shy, quiet girl who plays on her Nintendo switch all day and wants to travel the world. Somehow each of our personality's balance out each other's.

"Sir, things are just hard right now. You know how my mums a famous singer and stuff. I am always home alone; doing the laundry, cooking, cleaning etc. I have no time to study. And I have to watch my cat, Miya." I say and look down at my feet. He sighs and sits in the desk in front of me.
"I know it's hard right now but you're also on your Nentenfo."
"Nintendo*" I say trying to lighten the mood.
"Anyway.. I know this is hard for you but you can spend your break here and I'll help you. Obviously not everyday but I'll be waiting for you on Monday." He says and waves at me.
I slam my head against the table and sigh.

I'm walking home listening to the song sweater weather with my AirPods in. Why are teachers so observant? Why do they have to be right? I guess I'll never know..

I arrive at my house and open my bag to grab my keys. As I reach in I grab my ke- hold on.. WHERE ARE MY KEYS. DEAR LORD I DONT HAVE A SPARE AND MY MOM ISNT HOME.

•my moms called Susan Jean. A famous singer who is well known by most adults, not so popular in my school which I'm grateful for as I don't really like talking to people.

Oh god how to I get in?!? I should call my mom. Ring.. ring.. ring.. no answer. What did I expect honestly? I'm sitting on my porch waiting for my mum to come home. Should be about an hour. In the cold. Could he worst right.
Update: I was wrong my phone just died.

Why is my luck so bad..

My knees I buried in my chest as I shiver in the cold. At least it's not dark?
"Taylor?" Someone says
I look up and it's- ITS PETER?! NO NO NO.

•Peter , Peter Lovejoy . A charming young man with a skater boy aesthetic. Even though he's attractive he ignores most of his fan girls. We don't really talk expect that one time last year we did a science  project together and my 8th grade crush.

"Peter?!" I say confused
"What are you doing out here so late? Is this your house" he says taking out his headphones.
"Uh.. I got locked out and my mums out and will be back at like 4:45" I said scratching my head. I lost track of time so I have no clue what time it is.
"Uh- its 5:32.." he says clearly feeling bad for me.
I rest my head on my knees and sigh.
"Um I'll stay with you until your mom comes back." He says with a weak smile. My head immediately goes up.
"Oh- thanks very kind of you but I'll be fine. If she's not back when it's dark I'll just.. I'll just.. uh-" I say trying to think of something to say.
"Don't worry, I've got nothing better to do. And I've got a portable charger." He says and sits next to me. I can feel my face heat up and go red. He passes me the charger and I smile at him. While I plug in my phone he's looking at me, I can feel his brown eyes staring at my  tan skin.