Will I fall for him?

Chapter 1- When it all began

I was running, the sun beating down on my back, my head, my arms, scorching any part of me exposed to the burning Rays. If only I could remember... What was I running from? I turned my head, everything moving in that slow motion dream way, and I was shocked to say the least.

Because there, chasing me in my nightmares, was the worst thing anyone could ever conjure up. There, on my tail, the cause of me sprinting from the volcano spewing lava everywhere was...

My French teacher?! Wha...? She looked like she had a rod firmly implanted up her ass, and I swear if looks could kill I would be a pile of incinerated ashes by now.

She was yelling.. what was she yelling?

"Elizabeth Sawley!" a voice high enough to pierce my eardrums screeched.Why was she murdering my name? The volume sounded.. Muffled.

I could feel something shaking me.. what was going on? I felt myself fluttering back to consciousness and joining the world once more, and as my groggy eyes adjusted to the harsh light of the room after peeling open, there in front of me, yelling my name.... was my French teacher.

Ughhhhh!

'Miss Sawley, I'm glad you've finally decided to join the rest of us! Go and wait outside!' It snarled

My mouth flung open in surprise. Could she even do that?! We were in a revision lesson! It's not even an official lesson!

My after sleep brain said she could, so I grabbed my bag and stomped out of the classroom, leaving the other 5 students behind as they shared my confusion.

Flinging the door open, I stood in the grimy, silent corridor

In a week I'm taking my A-levels, if this bitch affects my grades I'm coming after her with a sharp knife... French is my second language so it's unlikely for me to not get an A*, but I might do it anyway for personal enjoyment.

I have high hopes for myself. In 3 months I'm going to the world famous, 'Université de la Mode' in Paris, starting my course in being a personal stylist, and French played a big role in this course.

However, being who I am I wasn't happy with wasting away outside a classroom.

I was what you might call a rebel, me and my friend El are rebellious teens. The definition of cool (I'm joking, we have like 2 friends)

Anyway, I strutted off down the hall to the exit, just as the French bitch stepped out of the classroom, 'MISS SAWLEY GET BACK IN HERE
THIS INSTANT!' It screeched so loudly I wanted to cover my ears, but I settled for laughing and I glanced behind me and saw some smoke fuming from her ears, veins popping from her face, what a sight!

I ran out of the doors to the car park, leaving the screaming behind as the doors slammed behind me and I ran to my car, getting in, and driving away.

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I hope you liked the beginning of the book! More to come soon!
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