9th September 2012
Brigit's P.O.V.
*Phone alarm goes off*
'Ergh.' I moaned as I dragged my tired body out of bed. I picked up my phone. 7:30 am, time to get ready for school.
Relunctantly, I went into the bathroom and leaped into a warm shower. After about 10 minutes, I decided to get out, I couldn't put this off for any longer.
I got dressed into my uniform, then applied my daily make-up: mascara, foundation, blusher, eye-liner and lipgloss. I studied myself in the mirror, how should I do my hair?
I walked back into my room and searched the cupboard, I took out the curling wand my nan had bought me for christmas, and started curling my long, brown hair.
Once I thought I looked decent, I skipped downstairs, collecting my school books on the way, and ran out the door. I wasn't in the mood for breakfast; too nervous.
I hated school, especially now it was Year 11. I had my GCSE's coming up and I knew I would fail at everything. I sighed. Thinking about GCSE's and exams made me feel physically sick! I took a deep breathe and carried on walking to school.
*Fast forward 30 Minutes*
I made it to the school gates. Wow, that wasn't so hard. Oh no, spoke too soon! Just then my English teacher walked over to me. Great; what now?
"Hello Brigit, first day back, I'm sure you're very excited. Anyway, are you ready for your exams?" She looked concerned, my anxious expression must have scared her.
"Erm... Yeah, really excited!" I lied, trying to make my voice sound enthusiastic. "Yep, I've been revising all holiday." I rushed through the words, desperately trying to end the conversation.
"Ok, well, see you in English!" She waved once then hurried off.
I took a second to regain control of my legs, then walked towards the front office, picking up my pace every time I bumped into a teacher. I didn't want anymore awkward chats today! I opened up the double doors and stepped into the warm office.
That's when I saw them; the five most gorgeous faces in the world.
