geek girl and the boy next door

Fridays

"Ugh" I moan as my phone vibrates like crazy under my pillow. Friday. Another day of school.

Ways to describe school:
School.
Pain.
Agony.
Torture.
Annoying.
Oh and thats just a few.

I guess its not that bad though. Most of the time. Oh and this is coming from a geek.
I say im a geek. Well thats because everyone cals me a geek. Yep. Im known as the geeky girl. Or the girl with the big geeky glasses. Or the girl with the weird name. My name is may. I dont know if its weird or not. Most people say it is. Whatever.
I open my eyes, grab my phone and silence the alarm.
At least its a friday. I clamber put of bed and change into my very uncomfortable uniform do my hair and by that I mean put my VERY long brown hair into a high pony tail and then brush my teeth. You know the morning stuff. Oh and never must i ever forget my 'geeky' glasses or it just ruins my personality. I do wear contacts somtimes but you know.
Meh.

i skipped downstairs to the kitchen where my big brother, jake was eating his weetabix. "Morning bro" I said in a suprisingly cheerful voice while poring myself a bowl of weetabix.
"Morning sis" he smiled.
Mum is still sleeping, she takes my younger sister to school and lucky her, her school starts later than me and jake's and dad is probably at work, my dad and my bestfriends dad is a spy they have been bestfriends since they were tiny and now they are spy's. How freaking cool is that?! But We cant tell anyone though.
"Jake can you drop me off at school please I realy cant be bothered to waot for the bus." I ask. Im going to start taking driving lessons hopefully because im 17 so hopefully i can drive myself to school and pick up Autumn aswell (my bestfriend, my sister from another mr. Or my dads bestfriend to be exact.)
"Yeah alright" he rolled his eyes.
"Thankyou bro!" I kiss him on the cheek and mock his smile. What? He's my brother. I think he's having a good day so far. He usually wont drive me to school. Hes only 3 years older.

***
"Thanks jakey." I say as I step out of my brothers car.
"Call me if you wamt me to pick you up. Ok?" He replied
Wow.
Hes in a realy good mood?
He probably got back with his girfriend or somthing?? I laugh to myself.
"May!" I turn to my right to see Autumn in the distance.
I smile at her and wait for her to catch up.
"Hey girlfriend" I laugh.
"Heyo!" She repiled
"I saw loverboy looking for you" she giggles.
Loverboy is what Autumn calls my boyfriend Liam.
We arnt very close though. He asked me out a few weeks ago. I was suprised. No one wamts to date a geek. Autumn says 'geek is the new chic'. Weird.
"Where is he" I ask
"Dunno he was back there with his mates then he dissapeared." She said
"Oh well" I smile
"Ugh come on lets enter hell already" Autumn pulls me throuhh the school doors and we head towards the 6 form block.
"May do you have your essay for me?" Mr O'brien smiles.
Oh wow. Hes so good looking. Hes one of the best teachers ever. Because hes good looking. Every girl has a cdush on him. I think hes like 27 or something. Wait. Is this cheating on liam? Ugh. Whatever.
I swing my backpack onto the desk and take my essay out."here you go sir" I smile back.
"Thankyou." He replies.
Oh wow.

**
Last lesson of the day.
English with mr o'brien.
Loves it. I guess this is why I am a geek.
I love most subjects. I stare at the clock then mr o'brien and his amazing blond hair. Im guessing he perminantly dyed it. It was brown before. I could tell you about hakr dye and how sciency it is. But I wont. That would take ages. Another reason why im a geek. Ugh. Im such a nerd. Whatever. "Basic questions!" Mr o'brien says loudly.
I sigh. "Miss Willis. Who was romeo and julliet written by and when." He smiles. Easy. "Shakespeare.1597 sir." I smirky smile. Why are we doing this? Probably a starter. We dont usually do this.
"Correct well done miss Willis. " he smiles and moves on.
"Mr grent.." he says and I sigh yet again. I usually enjoy English and Friday's. Thanks to mr o'brien. But today. I felt somthing bad was going to happen. Or somthing was wrong. Somewhere. My mum. My dad. My brother. At home?
Somthing was wrong...