I've always struggled at school. I was never that kid in the class who knew everything about anything. But I feel like struggling has made me work even harder to get what I want. Like a girl. The most beautiful, smart, funny girl in my year. Words to not begin to describe her. The way her hair fall over her face, making her hazel eyes visible. How she dresses the way she wants to. Not following the trends. Her passion for the things she believes in. Bastille. And yes this angel from Earth is mine.
I'm in science now. A subject I lack interest in. The teachers just go on about Plants and Gas. Shit like that. The only thing that gets me going throughout this period is her. We sit not too far from each other. But there's one problem. He's there. And the he I'm referring to...
Voldemort. Na just kidding
He stares at her like she's some alien from frickin Mars. He's always there. Like a disease. Just never goes away.
