The boys in the band

Chapter Two~ First day of school

Victorias POV

I tossed to my side as I drowsily opened my heavy eyes. The sunlight came pouring in causing me to squint. My clock read 6:12. I cant believe how fast time went bye. It felt like just a week ago I had moved here and now its the first day of school.

ugh. the thought of school made me cringe. Don't get me wrong it's not because I'm starting a new school because I'm totally use to that. Its just the idea of school that sucks. I would have thought I would make a friend bye now too, but I haven't. And I never did meet Louis from across the street either so that blows.

I rub the morning crust from my eyes as I regrettably throw my duvet to the other side of my bed as my feet fit the cold wood floors. I walk over to the balcony doors to open them as a gush of wind comes pouring in. The air was fresh but crisp and smelled like fall. As the suns razes hits my face warming it I indulge my self in the beauty of morning. even though I hated mornings...

I walk over to my bathroom stripping my self from my night ware. I quickly hop into the shower anticipating for warm water to run over my goose flesh. As the hot aqua runs down my body I lavish my hair with coconut scented shampoo. I thought about what my new school might be like.

Would I make any friends or be that new weird kid that every body thinks is awkward.

Would I meet a cute boy who thinks im cute and we could be that 'it' couple.

Would I meet a totally bitchy girl and we would have our own sequel of Mean Girls.  

I don't know. I hoped that stuff wouldn't happen. Except maybe the cute boy one.

I turned off the water and stepped out to a cloud of steam. As I grab my towel I walk into my closet witch is connect to my bathroom. Its nice because I don't have to walk into the cold of my room. I start to rummage for an outfit that will make me feel like I 'Dress to Depress' because why would you impress when you can depress. Now if your thinking this makes no sense, well it does. Why impress people you don't care about when you can make them feel depressed about it.

Perfect right?

I end up picking a maroon high wasted skirt with a black muscle tee with moons on it. Its one of my favorite shirts that I've gotten from Brandy Melville

( okay im stopping here for now. I'm so sorry for the readers at this point, im doing a little editing and I promise will finish tomorrow thanks for understanding love you guys!!)