The Beginning • Book One • A Kit Harington Fanfiction

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The shriek of my alarm persuaded my eyes to peel open. As I slammed my hand onto my phone it fell to the ground. Typical. I flung the covers back and searched for my phone. When the shrieking had finally been stopped, I sighed and began to get ready for my first day of 5th year. A shower was possibly the only way that I could brighten myself up in the morning. As the water slammed against the tiles I began to wash my hair. I massaged the shampoo into my head for what seemed like a good 10 minutes before deciding to rinse it out. That was perhaps a bad idea, head massages make me sleepy. Once I had finished I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair, still wet, was combed back, my skin looked okay, my eyebrows were as bushy and free-willed as ever. Sometimes I have to remind myself in the morning that beauty doesn't have a definition. That's difficult to do when you're considered the unlucky pick of your group of friends. I began to apply my makeup and dried my hair. I decided to curl it, might as well make an effort for my first day back. My mum and sister were now awake and getting dressed for work and school.

"Morning Alice", my mum sang as she walked towards me, her arms open and gesturing for a hug.

"Morning Mum" I replied half-heartedly wrapping gmy arms around her waist.

Once I was dressed I headed downstairs to have my breakfast, I automatically put my earphones in.Its ironic that music can take us to a different place, some notes, some words and a meaning can mean more to us than the actual situations we find ourselves in. Out of habit I start to pack my bag for the day ahead. This morning the topics in my head are very school/future based. This year - 5th year - is possibly the most important in all my years at school. I am determined to work hard and get my grades, sometimes that can be difficult when you have a job and a group of friends that have a house party every weekend. None the less I make my way to school, I meet my friends on the way to school, having conversations about our summer antics. I love my friends we have a good thing going on and we all have our individual quirks. Whether that's a good or bad thing you can decide for yourself. But out of the 4 of us in the group I am considered the "smart", socially awkward one. Well, I'm not awkward in public, I can get on with strangers like a house on fire. But unlike my other friends I don't set my eyes on 5 boys at a party and plan to score all of them in the one night. I don't mind that I haven't kissed a boy properly yet, to me your first kiss should be with someone you genuinely care about. Not someone you just want to kiss to get your tally up. This is the general conversation I have in my head while I'm walking to school every single day.

I realise as soon as I walk in the school gates that I am being treated to a double period of Higher Maths first thing, on a Monday morning. My other friends have opted for the social subject route of history and RE, I'm not going to lie, I was a bit confused by that choice. As I wave them goodbye and I head towards the maths block, a smile breaks across my face, because I know who will be there.