In My Life

Chapter 3

Beep....Beep....Beep

I stuck my hand out of the covers and chucked my alarm clock. It crashed into the wall and broke. I wasn't even phased. I got up and started getting myself ready.

"Bye Mum I love you!" I shouted as I started down the street with my backpack on my back.

I decided to wear my favorite pair of flares with a top. I was walking quickly because I was running a bit late. I passed by George's house, then John's then I saw Paul sprinting out the door in his uniform.

"Paul!" I yell, running up to him.

"Hi love!" He answered, kissing me on the left cheek which took going on the other side of me.

I giggled, "Why didn't you just kiss my right cheek?"


"Cause that's Georgie's cheek," he answered like it was obvious.

I let out a hearty laugh reaching for his head but he slapped my hand.

"No touching the hair love," Paul said, shielding his hair which had gel all over as usual.

I rolled my eyes, "Pathetic."

He slapped me on the back but then put his arm around my shoulder.

"I see your hair is still a gorgeous mound," Paul said.

I sigh, "Yes, sometimes I'm tempted to cut it off."

He looked at me with horror, "You couldn't!"


I laugh, "Don't worry Macca."

"Good."

"So how was your morning?" He asks.

"Eh normal but I did chuck my alarm clock and it broke."


"Why would you do that?"


"I have my reasons, Paulie. But my mum refuses to get me a new one."

Paul laughed. I stopped in my tracks in front of the school. I let go of Paul and sighed and I could tell Paul could sense my uneasiness.

"Love, I know you don't have any friends that are girls but it's ok George and I are only a block away," Paul said, holding my shoulders and looking right into my eyes.

I sigh, "You're right."

I hated how Paul and George were in an all boys school a block away. It was no secret that the girls loved to sneak off during lunch at my school to meet up with some boys at Paul and George's school. I always go to see Paul and George but it would just be easier if they were at my school.

He smiled and we walked in opposite directions. The same old kids were here and everything was the same. The girls were flirting with the boys and as I got to my locker, there was a couple snogging that was in my way. I rolled my eyes and pushed them apart like they were curtains and opened my locker. The girl was eyeing me up and down and the boy gave a frustrated groan. They walked away and I walked into my English class. There were papers getting thrown and I just sat in my chair. I was in the middle row so there were people behind me and in front of me. The boy behind me started playing with my hair and I turned around and glared at him.

"Hey gorgeous," he purred.

"Hello Mike," I spat.

"You're a bitch you know that," Mike said and his friends laughed.

"And you're an ugly, rat-looking boy," I answer with a smile.

They stopped laughing.

The girl next to me named Sandra turned to me, "Isn't Mr. Matthews hot?"