a writer and a tennis player

Ally

Hi there!!! I am so excited to write my first book on wattpad,I really hope you enjoy!!

Ally's pov

I hate talking to people.

Yup, it is the worst pastime ever and I have no idea how anyone can ENJOY socialising. It's like a chess game, but sometimes you or your opponent have no idea whose go it is.

So I really didn't mean it when I reassured my mum for the sixth time that I would try and make a friend. To be fair, you can't get out of coming to a new school after the term starts and have no one talk to you. If someone new comes, everyone wants to talk to them.

And I was dreading it.

Actually, the only thing I was exited about was English. I had wanted to be an author since I was tiny.

Unfortunately, I had to walk with my younger sister, Riley, as she was to young to walk alone, and mum was to busy to drive us. Well,at least I had my air pods. I listened to Queen most of the way until Riley decided to try and cartwheel.
It did not end with her victorious, but don't tell her that because I had to tell her it was perfect.

I dropped her off at the year one entrance. She immediately ran in with her hands in the air, yelling 'WATCH OUT FOR RILEYYYY!!'. I looked apologetically at the teacher. Poor woman. But I knew by the end of the day, Riley would have befriended everyone in the class and have become the most popular. I laughed in my head at how different we both were.

Then remembering, as mum had told me, that I didn't want to be late, I speed walked to the school entrance.

I looked at my new timetable. I had ten minutes until my first class started. I had no idea where the classroom was, so I thought the best thing to do would be to go find it.

Did I do that?
No.

Did I instead spend seven minutes scrolling through tiktok?
Yes.

Did I care?
Not in the moment. So I was okay. Until I only had three minutes left so I started panicking, walking very fast through corridors, hoping to find the right room.

I must have looked very out of place. My hair looking like I hadn't brushed it, which I  hadn't, but details details. My clothes comfy but unfashionable, found on either Oxfam or the British Heart Foundation. My nails picked and unpainted because I couldn't care less.

Maybe not caring is what made me a target.
But wherever I go, bullies are sure to follow. But whatever the reason, next thing I know, I've tripped over someone's foot and I am kneeling down as papers fall out of my backpack with the broken zipper.

'oops!' is all I hear from the girls who were obviously the ones who tripped me. As well as some giggles.

I just rolled eyes. They weren't worth my time. And if they thought making someone trip over was funny, they obviously had their own problems to deal with.

So I picked up my stuff and was on my way. I didn't even look back to see who tripped me. They weren't worth it. The best thing I could do was not engage. Which was good because I hated talking.

But I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at a girl with short, hazel hair and green eyes. I was staring, but she wasn't looking at me. She was looking back at the gaggle of giggling highschool girls.

'Hey!' she exclaimed 'You're going to grow up to work as a helper in Claire's accessories, you fake Barbie!' and she took my hand and walked off.

We arrived at a classroom labeled as the same one it said on my timetable sheet.

'looking at you're sheet, this one's yours!'

I nodded. She was still standing there. I was so confused. She had helped me, she could go.

Then I realized.

It was my go to talk.

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Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter! I wrote most of this while listening to my brother sing 'Apple bottom jeans' not very well. That's what I call multi-tasking! Please tell me if you think of something to make it better or have any ideas!

See you in the next chapter!