*Criiiiiiiiiiing* *Criiiiiiiiiiiing *Criiiiiiiiiiing* *CRIIIIIIIIIIIIIII--- *SMASH!*
Wait, what!? Great. I just smashed my alarm clock. I sat up and took out a new alarm clock from my drawer. I do have a habit of smashing alarm clocks. But I have never smashed a person's head. Though I wanted to.
I stood up and started choosing clothes. I got a red long sleeved crop top and skinny jeans. Red converse for my shoes. Isn't it obvious that my favourite color is red? No? Eh. I got my backpack and stuffed 3 notebooks in it, one red, one black, one gray. I put my phone in it. If you're wondering, it's Nokia, still with a keypad. I like keypads because I don't have to look while texting. Well, it's not like I have anyone to text. I put my earphones in my pocket and stuffed my wallet in my bag too.
I went down and saw my mom washing the dishes, again, and dad reading the newspaper and drinking his coffee.
"Hi mom, hi dad." I said, giving both of them a peck on the cheek.
"Hi honey, ready for your first day of school as a freshman?" Dad asked.
"Yes." No
"Here's your food." Mom handed me a pancake on a plate.
I shoved it in my mouth and said goodbye to my mom and dad. Good bye peaceful life at home *sniffs* I went outside to wait for the school bus.
*Honk Honk!*
I went inside and got dirty looks from the jocks and cheerleaders.
"Who's she?"
"That girl's a freak."
"Eww she doesn't have a thing about fashion." Fashion? Pfft. Please, I wouldn't dress up just to go to school. Duh? This isn't a fashion show, this is school.
*Thump!* I got tripped by one of the jocks. I rolled my eyes. Someone held his/her hand out. I gladly took it.
"Hey, you alright?" I heard a voice of a boy.
"Yeah I'm fine." I looked up and saw his face. He had brown eyes, jet black hair, and he was wearing a white button down t-shirt and jeans. He was cute, really. But I'm not falling for an idiot. I'd rather be single for life. Thinking of sharing a room with someone else makes me puke.
"Name's Lance, you?" He asked, giving me a crooked smile. Gosh, that smile, it's cute. UGH! what am I thinking? EW!
"Name's Vivianne, you can call me Viv." I said in a deadpanned voice.
"Oh my gosh! What's Lance doing with that freak!" I heard someone whisper.
"Lance is the hottest guy in school, surely he wouldn't fall in love with a freak." Yeah, she is exactly right. Nobody would fall in love with me.
"Sit beside me, will you?" Lance asked.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," I said, trying to act nonchalant.
The whole ride to school was awkward. Lance kept looking at me, not like I was looking at him all the time! I used my peripheral vision.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Me and Lance got off. Finally.
"Where do you get your ID and schedule?" I asked Lance.
"I think, over there, by the counter."
We got our IDs and schedules.
"So your last name is Luna? Love it." He said.
"Yours is Roberts? Mkay."
"What's your schedule for today?" He asked.
"I've got English, Music, Chemistry, Math, Break, History, and Values." I said.
"I've got English, Music, Chemistry., History, Break, Math, and Values." He said.
"Let's go find English Class." I say, tugging at his wrist.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hello class, my name is Sophie Woods. Mrs. Woods. I would like you to introduce yourself one by one. Tell us your name, age, and extra curricular classes, or what you usually do during your free time at Saturday and Sunday."
Since I was at the first row, at the first seat, and with Lance beside me, I was first to introduce myself.
"You there, the girl with the chesnut hair, introduce yourself." Mrs. Woods pointed her long red nail at me.
"Umm, hi, my name is Vivianne Luna, you can call me Viv, I'm 12 years old, and, um, I do ballet." I said the last part quickly.
"Oh, you do ballet? Dance for us will you?" Mrs. Woods said.
"I-I don't think I should." I said.
"You should. I insist. Will this song be good enough for you?" She held out her phone and it read: Lilac Fairy Variation, by Tchaikovsky.
"Umm. Okay.." I was nervous but I went at the center. Since I knew the variation anyway.
The music started, and I started it with a grand battement, an arabesque, a grand jete, and it continues. The music stop after I did a double pirouette and a split.
I heard claps.
"Such grace! Such beauty! Thank you Viv, next!" Mrs. Woods said.
"Hello everyone, my name is Lance Roberts, I am 13 and I play the cello." I heard squeals. Psh.
"Hi everyone, my name is Agatha Belatricia (pronounced as Be-la-tri-sha), 13, and I play the piano." Cool.
It went on until the bell rang, me and Mark ran to Music.
"Hello everyone, my name is Emma Anemone, or Mrs. Anemone." I know all of your names and talents so no need to introduce. For the first day, I would like 2 of you to sing in front of the class ." She put her hand in a fishbowl full of paper." Don't pick me, don't pick me, don't pick me!
"Ms. Luna and Mr. Roberts, you will sing........." OH JUST GREAT! She put her hand in a fishbowl full of paper, again. "Just Give Me a Reason by Pink and Nate Ruess." Grr.
"To make changes, Ms. Luna will sing the parts of Nate Ruess while Mr. Roberts will sing the parts of Pink." EVEN FREAKING GREATER!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
(A/N: 967 words for you guys to read! Thank you for reading, don't forget to vote or comment!)
Pookie Out! <3
YOU ARE READING
The Life of That Girl You Teased (DISCONTINUED)
RandomDo you remember that old man in the streets that you mocked? He was a pianist, a famous one. Do you remember that guy you saw at the swings at the playground? He lost his family. But do you remember that girl you teased because she was small, thin...
