"or maybe I was just a girl interrupted"
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After her boyfriend breaks up with her, lost teenager Cecilia Bass is unsure of how to carry on living without him. Or with him? She is forced to continue going to school with him and having to deal with h...
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There were four forms at Northridge Academy - Alastair, Exceter, Stewart and Benedict. Elaine, Willow and I were all in different forms. I was in Exceter, Elaine in Alastair and Willow in Stewart. I didn't mind not having any friends in form as I used to be in a form with the Aces up until last year. They were entertaining enough that I wouldn't get bored and I was the only person in the class they deemed worthy enough to actually talk to.
But in Third year after numerous complaints about their behaviour they all got split up and I got landed in a form with Elliot Koch.
That was a quick explanation as to why I was avoiding going to form. Elaine and Willow had already dipped and left me in the bathroom by myself due to their fear of getting caught by Ms Saleem. I didn't share their same fears because instead of being scared of a possible Saturday detention, I was scared of confrontation with one of the Aces.
The bell had rung five minutes ago yet I was still here blowing on my juul. The confrontation would probably be worse now becuase of my lateness. The saying 'fuck my life' is an accurate representation to how I was feeling currently.
I took a deep breath and hopped off the counter reluctantly. I swung my bag over my shoulder before making my way towards my form room.
This time when I walked through the halls it wasn't silent, I could see students in their classroom doing whatever boring activity that they're form tutor had chosen for them. I wasn't alone walking through the halls either. It was practically empty apart from a girl a little taller than me who was a couple steps behind.
I didn't recognise her at all but she looked like she was around my age.
Pale ivory skin, waist length dark-blonde, curly hair and sky blue eyes to the point were it was almost blinding to look at them. She had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. She looked to have barely any makeup on yet she still looked stunning.
She had a chaotic look to her, her uniform appeared to be put on in a rush and she wore a large vintage denim jacket that went down to her thighs.
Not to vaunt or anything but I knew most people in our school no matter their year group so it would have been impossible for me to miss somebody like her mainly because the boys would be all over her.
I pursued my walk to form and eventually reached my destination with denim girl still hot on my trails. I mentally prepared myself for the mess that was soon to come and finally opened the door.
The whole class immediately looked up and I could sense the surprise on their faces. I scanned the room and found Elliot in the corner, leaning back on his chair and smirking at me. Due to seating plan that Ms Peckham had made at the start of the year I still had sit next to him.
