50 shades of loser

50 shades of highschool

Code:
L/n -last name
f/n - first name
h/c - hair colour
e/c - eye colour
f/c - favourite colour

Your story:

This is what most people dreamt of but for her, this was a nightmare. A new university! It was her first day. New people, new teachers, new books and new bullies. She didn't fear the bullies, they were merely a joke. Their punches never hurt but the words bruised. The insults shot out like bullets from a gun, shattering her heart like it was glass. She had learnt to glue the pieces back together and move on. Yet, a part was missing. That one piece that completed her.

Your p.o.v:
Im sat here, waiting, waiting for this hell to begin. They're all going to hate me. Everyone always does. They find one little thing wrong with you and BAM your the talk of the school. Most people think it's great to be the subject of every conversation, but it's not. They don't know what it's like, being told that you should die on a daily basis. I wonder what the look on their faces would be if you actually did it. The guilt that would haunt them. The image of you hanging there with a rope around your neck playing through their heads like a song on repeat. Yet I don't have the guts, life may not be worth living but it's definitely something that shouldn't be wasted. Not when so many people risk their lives fighting to make sure you survive.

"Miss l/n?" A stern voice asked.

Your head shot up. Who was it now? Within the first 20 minuets of being in reception, 5 of the staff had already came up to you offering drinks and cookies. As much as you loved their kindness, you were growing bored. Bored of the smiles which were plastered on their faces, bored of the waiting to see which name you was going to be called first, bored of the games you were secretly playing on your phone which was hidden beneath your coat. It was safe to say that you were bored of the school already. The problem with that is you've only just begun.

"Miss l/n!" The voice repeated.

You snapped out of your thoughts and focused your sight on the figure in front of you. It was Mr. Shelby, the head of Wallthorpe University. He looked much different to what you expected him to, more vicious and grouchy. A frown permanently tattooed upon his face, his green eyes piercing through the soul of his students like a predator stalking it's prey. His short grey hair which stood on ends. Straight away you knew he was not a man you would like to mess with.

"Hello sir," you spoke carefully, making sure not to mess anything up. "My name is f/n l/n and I am the new student here!" You stuck out your hand, waiting for him to shake it.

"You seem rather enthusiastic," he replied whilst shaking hands "We needed more students with enthusiasm. Lets just hope you can keep it up."

What did he mean by keep it up? Was he giving me a message? Trying to tell me something through code? Or just welcoming me to hell? I guess we'll find out.

Mr. Shelby's p.o.v:

She'll be lucky if she lasts a day. People like her are labeled as the nerds of the school, shoved into lockers and forced to do homework for the jocks and cheerleaders. They are at the bottom of the food chain and no matter how much they fight back, thats where they will remain. To be honest, this university is just a high school re run. There's nothing different, nothing apart from the grades. Yet, I guess she has made up her mind about coming here. It's a shame i have to drop such a little fish inside of the shark tank. No point delaying it any longer. I better teach this fish how to swim.