Trouble // hs

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I've cleaned my act up a lot this past year or so, much to my parent's relief.

Back in England I'd got involved with what my parents had always liked to call "the wrong crowd", which consisted of your typical rebellious teenagers, mostly quite a few years older than myself, as I was only 15 at the time.

What my parents failed to recognise was the fact that they weren't a bad influence on me, they were all good people who I did, and would still consider to be some of my only true friends.

Unfortunately for my parents, we all shared a certain interest in causing trouble.

And so, when my Dad was presented with the opportunity to relocate to America, he jumped at the chance. My parents are the type of people who would rather move half way across the world than have their reputations tarnished. Despite their disputes, I know it's the truth.

And so, I find myself here. In a washed out classroom, surrounded by brain dead people, listening to a mind numbingly boring teacher drone on about our latest assignment, as I wait for the bell to signal the end of this torture.

"To conclude class, I'd like you to write up a brief summary of your Summer and hand it in next class. I feel like this is going to be a great school year, and I can't wait to get to know you all!"

Ugh, this new teacher is so young, so full of bright ideas. In a way I'm jealous of their positivity, one which I haven't possessed in a long time, and yet, I pity their naivety. They're about to be handed up about 20 identical answers referring to the good natured family fun that was had this Summer, and the many innocent get togethers that were had with friends, maybe for ice cream? Beach trips? Who knows. But I can guarantee that most of it will be absolute bullshit.

No self respecting 17 year old sits in all Summer, and I'm sure there was plenty of occasions that may not have been exactly appropriate to detail to a teacher.

Just as I'm about to fall asleep, the bell finally rings, and I reluctantly lift my head off of the desk and pack up my things.

Only a few more hours of enthusiastic welcome backs, and unwanted social interaction before I can go home and relax. First week over.

This is the beginning of my second year at the school, and thankfully the British jokes have died down a bit by this point. I was pretty popular at first, being the mysterious new girl, but as soon as the mystery wore off and it was clear that I was not interested in socialising with the bimbo cheerleaders or the knuckle head jocks, their intrigue wore off and I was made yet another target for their ridicule.

It was almost funny how predictable they all were to be honest. I can easily defend myself, and I could easily retaliate, I just choose not to because:

1) I really don't care what they have to say

2) It's quite amusing watching them attempt to bother me

And 3) I promised my parents that I'd keep my head down and not cause any trouble and so that's exactly what I've been doing.

I am now officially a straight A student. I keep good relationships with teachers, despite my secret dislike, and I stick with a small group of friends. They're probably the only decent people in this place, and they keep my parents happy as they are genuinely nice people (and have no apparent tattoos or piercings)

And so, it is them I plan to spend my lunch, and probably evening with.

If I can make it that long...

A/N: Hey guys, it's Carla :)

This is my first attempt at writing and hopefully my writing will improve as the story progresses.

But anyways I hope you've enjoyed this quick intro to the story :)