Harry Styles is my Brother?!?! ON HOLD

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Clarissa’s POV)

*Friday*

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Ugh stupid alarm clock! Today is my last day at my school, last full day in Texas period. I still didn’t want to move and I never would. Dragging myself out of bed, I stumble to my closet.

What to wear, what to wear? I settle on black skinny jeans, a white v-neck, a navy blazer, and a pair of white converse. My ears are filled with the sound of pots and pans clanging, mother must be cooking. After finishing my morning routine, I look in the full body mirror.

I knew I wasn’t ugly, but I wouldn’t consider myself the prettiest flower in the garden. I was about 5’8 with chocolate curls for hair and piercing green eyes. Sighing I turned to leave my room, only grabbing my phone before I skipped out.

I grabbed my bag and an energy bar before walking to the door. Saying a quick goodbye to my mom I left the house and walked to Josh’s house so we could walk to school together. Josh sat on his porch, waiting for me.

“Excited for your last day?” he asked as we began our journey.

“As excited as I can get for moving to a different country from the city I lived in practically my whole life.” I groan.

“You’ll learn to live with it,”

“Josh, I don’t want to learn to live it! I wanna stay here,”

“Clarissa at least we will have fun tonight, right?”

“We definitely will!” I say immediately getting excited.

“CLARISSA, JOSH! OVER HERE!” I turn to see Hannah running toward us. Me and Josh start laughing.

“Hey guys,” Hannah breaths out.

“Too much exercise?” Josh smirks.

“Oh hardy har har!” She says sarcastically.

We continue our conversation about the plans we have for the night until we the bell rings. I skip to my locker and grab my stuff for my first class. The halls are virtually empty. I shut my locker and start to walk toward my history class.

My short walk is interrupted by my back being slammed into the locker and my stuff falling to the ground. I look up in front of me to see the devil in a blonde wig smirking at me.

“What do you want, Sierra?” I say annoyed.

“Heard today that you’re moving away,” she fakes a pout. “I just wanted to give one last beat down while I still can,” before I can let out a breathe she gives me a punch straight to the nose. I yelp in pain. She smirks satisfied and turns on her heels. Her heels clicking as she walks to class.

I can feel the blood flowing down from my nose and the tears flying down my cheeks. I run toward my class and throw open the door. Everyone’s eyes burn through me, some mouths dropping at the sight of me, others with confused looks. Mr. Harris looks at me and gasps.

“Clarissa, who did this to you?”

“Sierra Fallon.” I mumble looking down.

“Mark will you take Clarissa to the nurse’s office?” Oh he really had to choose Mark!

“Sure Mr. Harris.” Matt walks over to me and helps me to stay on my feet as we walk out the door. “How you feeling Clarissa?”

“I’m kinda dizzy,” I state almost tripping in the middle of the hall.