Quade's pov:
It was already the first day of school, and I was dreading getting up. I slowly get out of bed and stare at my tally hall shrine, it was the only thing that keeps me going. I slowly get dressed and head down stairs for breakfast
"Honey I'm sorry, I didn't have time to make breakfast, so just go to school and eat there" my mom says as she leaves the house slamming the door slightly on the way out
Wow way to start the day. I was not gonna eat the school food since we all know it's shit. I guess I should just walk to my bus then.
Well great, it's only the first day and I'm starving and we don't even get lunch for another like 3 hours. I pout to myself wondering why I even came to school in the first place.
Salahs pov:
I didn't get any sleep last night again, my parents are always fighting and I guess this time my dad had enough and started getting physical. I listened to my mom's screams all night long and I just cried.
I tiredly get out of bed at the time I would normally pretend to wake up at, I slowly make my way to the kitchen where I hear my mom and dad fight again. I decided I'm just going to head to school early and if I'm lucky my bestie will be there.
To my luck my friend texts me saying he's in Mexico visiting his grandparents, great another bad thing
3rd person:
Quade and Saylah both knew eachother form years back but they never actually talked to one another. Quade was weirdly obsessed with chess and tally hall and salah was a crack head.
Quade was walking to his first class luckily it was on the second floor so he didn't have to walk all the way to the 3rd floor right away in the morning. Even thought he had that plus it quickly got overlooked with the fact that the class was theater arts.
"Well fuck"
Quade says while looking around the classroom only being met by all the hockey boys and basic white girls. Little fact about Quade is he is far and I mean the furthest you can get from being popular. He didn't want to sit by any of them so he just looked and hoped there was an empty seat at the back of the class. To his luck there was two seats open in the back, that means he would have to sit by someone else but he just hoped they would just take the chair and sit by their friends. He quickly goes and sits down in the chair putting his head on the table.
Salahs pov:
"I already had a shit start to the day, what else could go worng" I thought to myself while pretending to be the crazy person I always act like infront of my friends. I guess I jinxed myself because my first class is theater arts. Possibly the worst class ever and to add on the teacher is actual the worst, she's racist and so ugly (based on my actual theater arts teacher)
I get to class a couple minutes late, ofc just add on to this horrible day, the teacher scolds me infront of the whole class, how embarrassing. I look around the class room noticing non of my friends are in this class so I can be my actual self and not have to put on my act. I find my way to the back of the class as I recognize Quade, were not friends so I don't need to worry about how I act but atleast I know he isn't a complete douche.
I get to the seat next to him and sit down slowly. He lifts his head up and just stares at me. "Wierdo, what's his problem" I think to myself but I don't do anything and just lay my head down and fall asleep.
Quades pov:
I was trying to tune out everything in this dumb class. I hear a loud shout and then someone sitting down in the chair next to me "wow great some asshole is gonna have to sit next to me now" I think as I lift my head to see who is now sitting next to me.
I lift my head and I don't recognize the man infront of me, I slowly take in all of his features realizing who it is. It's Salah, but he looks more.... pretty? "No wth don't think like that" I whisper to myself. But.... he is really different then I last saw him, he looks like an angel sent from above.
I realize I have stared at him for way to long and I look away blushing, I jist set my head down again wanting to die.
"Your gonna be partners with the person sitting next to you and you guys will have to come up with a romantic play to present to the class or atleast just me"
I lift my head quickly realizing I have to work with salah and I turn to look at him but he is already staring at me.
"Well fuck"
This is complete satire of 2 boys in my class but yeah I fucking hate both of them
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