A Story of Young Love

So It Begins

Why do things I hate insist on waking me up, my father and my alarm clock have a lot in common. They're both loud, make irritating sounds and like to wake me up. The only difference is I couldn't hit my father to shut him up, as much as I'd love to I'd recieve something back that is mostly like ten times more painful.

After I effortlessly dragged myself off of my bed I went to find some source of food although I doubt there is any we left alot of stuff behind in the other house and of course I was right, theres no food, no cereal, no milk. Great! I hate this house already. It's dark and dusty, the top half of the walls are a horrible dark purple and the bottom half is lined with black wooden panels. The floor is covered with un-even floor boards thay pretty much blended in with the walls. It makes me actually want to leave earlier for school. So I do.

I get dressed as quickly possible which was really hard to do because my jeans are that tight. 'whyd you always wear clothes that look painted on you're am embarrassment' everytime I put these jeans on I hear those words from my dad but honestly I think I look good. My hair is a little bit messy but I'm not really a neat person, well until it comes to me eyeliner. I only wear a thin amount but it needs to be perfect. I slip on my converse, grab my phone and start walking.

The school is quite big, it hardly looks like a public school well until I saw all the attending students. Everyone in those typical cliques, you know all the different groups people hang around in that every school has. I don't like the look of the people here and clearly the feeling is mutual. I've been given dirty looks ever since I started wearing makeup so it's not news to me. Ive spent the past five minutes with my head down, dodging other bodies and knocking shoulders, I think I got heckled at too but thankyou to my earphones for muffling out what thay group of guys was shouting at me.

All of a sudden I stopped in my tracks and spun on my right foot 90 degrees to a notice board giving directions around the school. After standing there for ten minutes frowning at the board and moving my finger across paths, I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turn to see a guy stood smiling at me, he's the same height but clearly hes older, im guessing early 20s. I pull out my ear phones with one tug on the wire and im just lost in thought, taking in all of this guy's features. He's soft, thick, fluffy combed back hair, those simple black framed almost nerdy glasses and look at his face, he has beautiful eyes and great lips. Wow his lips. I like his clothes, a woven brown blazer, white shirt, bow tie. I mean come on seriously who even wears a bow tie anymore, mind you I suppose not many people can pull that look off these days but this guy can definitel.....

"Are you listening to me, Or has your earphones made you deaf?" he cut off my thoughts, bringing me to realise I was just staring at him, with my mouth open what the hell Ryan get it together.

"Uh... Em I'm sorry... I didn't hear... Umm" since when did I develop a stutter jeez!

"Where are you going? You're lost right?" he said smiling with half of his mouth.

"Uhhh yeah... I'm..yeah how'd you know" pleaaase stop staring at the floor, he has nice shoes.

"You where concentrating really hard on this notice board it was obvious, you must be new" he told me with little laughs in between. "Mr. Urie, I'm the schools councillor slash part time music teacher" he said whilst holding out his hand for me to shake.

"I'm Ryan..... Ross, Ryan Ross" I shook his hand.

"Really, you don't sound too sure"

"No I'm sure, it's the name on my birth certificate" we both laughed a little "I'm new I'm supposed to meet with the principal do you know where his office is" I managed to keep eye contact and stop staring at the floor.

"Yeah sure I'm off that way to drop off some papers anyway" he gestured me to walk with him "That's a nice shirt by the way, I like My Chem too"

"You know who they are!? Wow"

"Don't sound too suprised will you" he spoke sarcastically "how old do you think I am and who doesn't know who they are"

"I didn't mean it like that.... It's just that.. Well you're a teacher, they don't usually like things like that"

He raised his eyebrows and scoffed a little at my comment as he opened the door to the principles office and gestured me to walk inside "Good Luck Mr Ross"