I walked into class, taking my seat next to Casey. A nice girl she is, always been a loyal lass. Tries to be as kind as possible... Until you piss her off. I still vividly remember the day I first met her...
Flashback, transition days into High School
In my art class, the teacher decided to play the top UK charts. I glanced over to a girl, who seemed quite tanned... possibly foreign? If so, how does she have a Scottish accent, and how did she end up in the middle of Croydon? She doesn't look like the average chic chick from around this area, but she did seem quite nice when she announced her name in the register... Casey, I think it was? Anyway, I needed a rubber so I asked her for one.
Y/N: Casey, mind passing me that rubber please? *tries to smile*
Casey: *displays a radiant smile, bright and caring* Sure! *hands Y/N the rubber*
Sweet girl, she seems....
As I was working away, Demi Lovato - Solo began to play. I smiled, recognising the tune. A few moments later, Casey started lip synching along. I looked at her and chuckled, lip synching along with her! That was the first time I'd ever made a friend by mouthing the lyrics to a pop song! Probably gonna be the last too, so I might as well get to know this girl.
Y/N: So you like Demi Lovato, huh? *smiling*
Casey: Well Naw! I was singing a song because I felt like shagging a desk!
Well, this girl knows how to cuss!
Y/N: I.... I see
Both myself and Casey started to giggle, then we ended up talking for ages, considering it was the last period on a Friday. Since no one could bother to move their asses at all, the teacher just fuckin' allowed it! Swell guy...
End of flashback, present day
Casey didn't seem very talkative today, which is understandable. The schools brought us back for the last day of the fucking week, the dick heads!
Sorry, was that too harsh?
I decedied to break the Silence between me and Casey.
Y/N: Right, who's pissed in your cheerios?
Casey: *laughs and looks at Y/N* Too many wankers to count.
Y/N: *nods and tightens my lips* Agreed.
Either way, the class was quick. The teacher, Mr Cameron, was normally chatty and happy, but he seemed to care more about what his ex girlfriend shat out when she was a baby than what was going on now. He must be feeling the hit from the football games the night before, I can smell the whiskey from here...... Fucking rotten drink...
By the time he started to demonstrate the experiment, the bell rang for Lunch, and he seemed as happy to get out as half the school! By the time me and Casey got out of class, the corridors were overflowing with students...
But didn't the bell go less than 5 seconds ago? Huh, weird...
Either way, the class was dismissed, and I was headed to my next class. What was it again? I checked my timetable and saw that it was PE... Are you taking the piss!!!? The teacher's Mrs Edwards?!!!
Fuck that shit!
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Step In My Shoes [High School Reader]
Teen FictionThis is the story of Y/N Farlae, a 14 year old teenage (Insert Your Gender Here), who has ASD. In their spare time, Y/N makes a shed ton of music, writing meaningful lyrics and making insanely relatable tracks, which was inspired by their uncle Mic...