Chapter one

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y/n pov

The lunch bell rang signalling for me to go to my last class of the day, English my least favourite subject just so happens to be my last class for the day.

It's Friday, i keep trying to remind myself to try and cheer myself up but it doesn't seem to be working.

I mean who's idea was it to give me double english last on a Friday it's basically torture.

After what felt like years of doing RUAE passages the bell finally rang.

I collected my things and picked up my bag speeding out of the class room, accidentally bumping my hip into the corner of the table (ow! 😖) but i ignored it and continued my way down the stairs and out of the school.

Finally it's the weekend!

Walking home blasting my favourite song 'green green grass' by George Ezra , the song of the summer in my opinion.

half an hour later i arrived home to find my mum sitting on the kitchen table drinking her 7th coffee of the day.

"Hi mum, you're home early"

'hello y/n, have a seat, how was your day?"

"it was alright i suppose, how was yours?"

"it was good thanks for asking, but i have some news"

i stared at her in silence waiting for her to continue.

"i have been promoted at work-"

"Well done-"

"Hang on a second, i have also been transferred to Gloucester which means he have to move there"

I stared at her saying nothing i was in shock, Gloucester.... at least it's not Birmingham i think to myself.

"I've been looking at houses and i've found one that i think you would love, so i made an offer the other week... and well we got it"

"i.. wha- when are we going" i stuttered

"we will be leaving next friday... i found you a knew school it looks great i think you will really enjoy it there" she gave me a soft smile trying to reinsure me

i felt tears prick in my eyes and i ran up to my room curling up in a ball my bed thoughts running through my head..
how will i tell my friends
how am i going to leave here Glasgow (the drug capital of Europe)
what is they don't expect me there like they do here what if they judge me because of my piss kink
where the well is Gloucester

i managed to came myself down taking deep breaths and wiping my eyes repeatedly saying in my head at least it's not Birmingham

at least it's not birmingham.....

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