"Mum... why do I have to go to school?" I groan, with the thought of me going to my new school making me sick.
"Your going to school and that's final" Mum raised her voice efficiently as she pace back and forwards, placing the white vintage plates that we used for breakfast away.
"But why can't I just be home schooled... that would be much easier than going through al.."
"YOU ARE NOT BEING HOME SCHOOLED" Mum screams but ends up being cut off by dad walking into the kitchen.
"Tell your daughter that she is going to school" Mum gracefully enforces her words to dad as she watches him drink out of the milk carton.
"Your going to school Macaela" Dad harmlessly enforces as he walks out of the kitchen to go to work.
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Diary POV
Dear diary,
I've arrived at my new school Westvile High, although I would of preferred to stay home and be home school mum wouldn't let me sooo... this should do for now. I'm sitting in my first class which is maths and apparently, from what the teacher told us, we weren't in our usual class room because its getting a paint job... like seriously you had like the whole holidays to do that. The class seems empty tho.... its like no one came to school on the first day but I don't really mind. The teacher (Miss Jones) isn't really making us do anything except for word searches, easy as maths problems and just lame ass maths stuff but it doesn't really bother me cause im just writing in my diary so yeah... but I hope the teacher doesn't get mad at me, well I shouldn't cause like no one else is doing there work except for the nerdy maths magicians... they like know every little maths problem and there like up to the 20th sheet by now. But like I said I shouldn't get in trouble... like all the other kids (besides the maths magicians) are on there phones but I don't really see the point of that. There taking selfies and posting them on Facebook more-or-less demanding 'Likes' for it, its like they live on how many likes they get on the selfie they post. Thats probably the stuck up nasty bitches there, that are too stuck up themselves to even notice anything that doesn't involve them. Well I'm gonna go now, its like 10:05 and the bell goes at 10:10, for us o go to the next class, so Im just going to pack up and go to English... Yay what fun!!!! :(
yours sincerely
Macaela
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Macaela's POV
(Second Lunch Break)
"Hey, you're the new girl, right?" An unknown feminine voice calls out to me, as someone races down the corridor towards me.
"Yeah..." I shyly reply as she stops and stands in front of me. I look up at her as she struggles to catch her breath, I notice that she had silky, straight, black hair, and dark brown eyes, enhancing the colour of her hair. She is extremely beautiful, and the outfit she's wearing makes her looks a bit like a goth, especially with the short, skimpy, black skirt she was wearing.
"Hi, I'm Jesse." She responds, as she wiped the sweat away that was running down her face.
"Hi... I'm Macaela." I replied with shock, as someone is actually talking to me and not just about me.
"W-ell... I've kinda noticed that you haven't been hanging out with anyone yet... Soooo I-I... Well, we were wondering if you would like to hang out with is tomorrow, if that's alright with you?" Jesse nervously asks, without making any eye contact.
"Sounds great." I happily reply, understanding that her group would have made her do this because they were shy to.
"Okay, see you tomorrow then Macaela." Jesse excitedly remarks as she wraps her hands around me as if she had actually accomplished something,
"Okay, bye." I gracefully reply, watching her head to class.
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