Alright so my story happens to be a bit short & Im sure there is a lot of grammar to be corrected but hey... I tried? Thanks! :* Mwah
Chapter one.
I took a deep breath as I walked into the school hallway. Instantly everyone turned to look at me, it honestly felt like a scene in a movie I had watched. Everything went quiet.
Well thats what I get being a new student I thought to myself and sighed. I glanced at my feet. My dirty sketchers, yes sketchers, weren't just "SO LAST YEAR!" they were more like so not ever.
I pull out a crumpled paper out of my favorite ripped skinny jeans. I didn't even buy these this way & it had taken a couple years to get them this way. I hadn't grown in height whatsoever since 7th grade & it was morbidely embarrasing.
The paper had my classes and locker and pretty much everything that was mandatory to my first day scribbled on it. Unfortunately, due to my nervousness and sweaty palms it was all a blob.
I accidently bumped into somebody as I was trying to make out the blob.
I felt a hard chest come against my face (I was short remember. Oh & don't worry it was a guy. xD)
"I-I'm sorry..." I studdered lost in the stranger eyes. They were stunning & a perfect shade of green.
"Having trouble?" He smirked looking down at me as chocolate brown curls framed his face.
"Y-Yes." I managed still lost. I shook it off though. Figuring I should be less hung up on a strangers eyes & more focused on getting to class.
"Hmm well you're bloody lucky that I found you first none of these people would have given two shits." He said as he gestured toward the crowd, who had finally taken their attention off me. I wasn't used to people swearing so carefree like this & I kind've admired it. I also wasn't used to his accent. British?...
I just gave a little nod & giggled.
"Well let's go to the office & get you taken care of." He laughed. He put an arm around me & led me down several hallways. I was turning heads as I walked down the hall. Maybe it was me being new or maybe it was just my stupid sketchers or my height even perhaps.. -.-
As we reached the office. The boy opened the door for me & I walked in, grateful for his gestures.
A blond lady at the front desk gave me a big teethy grin. I cringed... there was lipstick on her teeth... I hated that. Although, she did seem sweet I gave her a chance.
" Hi... Mam?" I spoke up.
"She... can... talk." I heard the boy whisper under his breath.
I giggled a bit.
"Yes... sweetheart whats the problem." I felt soo bad like telling her about her little lipstick mistake but instead I just explained it all to her. Eventually she printed out my schedule & gave me it. As I turned for the door a big hand grabbed the handle and opens it for me. It was the boy.
"I'm Harry... by the way. & don't be afraid to talk. Im perfectly safe." He winked.
"I- I okay I'm sorry." I gave in to my outgoing side. "Its just I'm new and everyone seems like a complete-"
"Dick?"
"Exactly. Now where would locker 42 be?"
He laughed and led me down a hallway.
"Rightt. Here ." He smiled.
"Thank you!" I was grateful enough...
Glancing at the clock though i asked him " Wont you be a bit late though."
