The lovely losers.

chapter 1.

3rd person pov///

You let your eyes slowly open to the sound of a alarm clock going off.

Still tired you turn to the direction the sound is coming from and slammed your hand on the noisy device.

Wait a few seconds before lifting your head to look at the time.

7:30

Shit, I must have slept through my first alarm.

Sighing, you quickly get up from your bed and rush to the closet getting the first clothes you see. A brown and black flannel, a slightly big shirt that has a few stains on it, (but what doesn't in your room) and a pair of light blue mom jeans.

Quickly putting your clothes on you then rush to the restroom looking into the mirror.

You stare at your reflection, looking at the bags under your eyes from monthes of sleepless night waiting for any signs of your best friend, the boy who has now replaced you, the one who is now a complete different person, the boy who is now no longer your bestfriend...to come knocking on your bedroom window.

But now thats not the reason you stay up, no, now its the feeling of being alone..you could care less about that boy. You can't go back to someone who doesn't want to be in your life, so, you just moved on, he is now only a distant memory. But it doesn't change the fact that you lost the only person that made you feel wanted, now all you have is yourself in a world that to everyone else, you don't exist..

Forgetting that you needed to hurry you look a watch that you have on your wrist. Shit shit shit shit.

You keep repeating this as you start to brush your teeth, not really giving a shit about the way you look right in this moment.

When you're finished you quickly run downstairs, not noticing the silence that carries throughout the whole house. You put on your old beat up shoes that you've probably had for about two years, grabbing your backpack and rushing out the door slam it shut.

You then jump on your bike that you had hidden in the thick bush you had in your front yard and left. Pushing the pedals as fast as humanely possible. Your legs and lungs starts to burn with the wind pushing against your body as you get little goosebumps start to approach but the sun making your face and body warm.

As the school come into your vision you see that kids are starting to heading inside, assuming the bell had just rang you pedal faster. Pushing yourself harder.

Faster. You repeat.

You finally get to the front of the building and hook your bike to a pole. Running through the sea of people you try to get to your first class without have attention thrown your way. Hitting peoples shoulders on the way and apologizing you try and try to get there as fast as possible, so you don't even glance at the person who bump your shoulder, the way that they feel against you feels familiar but you keep going for fear of being late.

You finally arrived at you class as the last bell rings, you don't see your teacher so you quickly take a seat in the only available place. Waiting for the school day to already end.

Time skip to the end of the day///

Its the last class of the day and you are sick and tired of this all. Sure its the last day of school but its been long. And plus this teacher that you have is the worst!

Fucking asswhole is probably the worst one I've ever had.

You thought. He is always trying to get you into trouble and calls on you all the time. Dont get me wrong your pretty smart but his class is almost impossible to pass. Well expect if your anybody else! He tires to fail you on almost everything so you absolutely despise him.

Finally the bell for the last class ring and your are already zooming out the door. Only coming back to quickly shout at and flip off the teacher.

" FUCK YOU TONY, HOPE I DONT HAVE YOU NEXT YEAR!"

Then you quickly run away when you hear him run after you, you then look back to see him stuck in a crowd of crazy teens. He continues to yell your name trying to get to you but ultimately fails.

So you laugh and continue to run only looking forward once you turn the corner. As you turn your head you see that your right about to hit someone, you try to plant your feet to the ground so you don't run into them but its to late.

Bam!

You reach up and touch your head feeling a bump where you ultimately hit your head into the person's.

" ow ow ow mother fuuuu-" you heard the person complaining, when you finally look up you are met with a boy with curly hair that reminds you of spaghetti. You already know this boy as someone from your classes.

"Oh shit sorry Stanley!"

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So as you can see for some people who have already read this i did rewrite this so hopefully it was good and that I can see you next chapter :))))