pictures of you, bill kaulitz

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Today was a boring day with an even more boring afternoon, I hate Mr. G if he doesn't remind of my detention I'll probably just skip and pretend that I forgot, Bradley's go-to excuse. Just another shot of deja vu for the one and only fucking Mister Germalilis. Stupid name for an even stupid-er person.

I skipped first two periods I really didn't want to deal with all that today, I blocked the schools number on my moms phone anyway, once again Bradley's advice.

Upcoming class.... World History. Are you fucking serious, TWO history classes? What is this 1912? I'm going to need that 'pause on life' button right now.

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I was seated down two rows down maybe three inches away from the back, not too bad better than being seated in the front basically forced to actually pay attention with a wash of spit from the teachers obvious lisp. Fun!

Tom, Bill's brother also seemed to be in the class he ended up with after school detention for being late, thank god it wasn't me this time I don't think I'd be able to handle another detention I almost even felt bad.
"Tom Kaulitz you sit next to Ms. Reese, perfect pair"
Yeah quite literally perfect.

I raised my hand so he'd know who I was just in case he hadn't heard about me beforehand. Gianna and Adriana turned around with a slight smirk smeared on their bottom faces, what were they on about. Damn I wish I was on something right now too.

We didn't speak much just caught each other staring from time to time before he finally put an end to the torture-filled silence, he asked me where I was from. Off topic but okay?

"I was born and raised here in Pennsylvania but both my parents are Brazilian, São Paulo to be exact"
I smiled warmly hoping he'd do the same but I got an opposite response, he looked me up and down with a side smirk almost flirting with his flapping eyelashes it was almost like a butterfly trying to fly. A Yin and Yang situation I guess.

Class ultimately came to it's end and lunch rolled around, thank god. I had missed breakfast this morning due to Brad's plumber junk overflowing on the kitchen counter, I guess he really was looking for work this time.

French fries and chicken nuggets again? Seriously oh my god. I'm going to die of a heart attack if killing myself doesn't come first. Ever since class of 06' left all they've been feeding us is poison, pure poison. I miss my middle school lunches back when my mom would actually be home and cook for me, recently it's just me and Brad splitting the bill on takeout. I usually am able to manipulate my total but he's been greedy the past few nights leaving my paycheck split instead.

I put in my headphones while looking around trying to find someone to sit with, Adriana, Blair, Gianna, Brianna, and the football team? weird mix but whatever.
I sat down placing my tray next to Brianna since she was the only one I had most contact with, I didn't care to join in or even listen into their conversations all I was focused on was getting my hand on those concert tickets this weekend, along with the worry of not being able to raise money to make it in Norway next month. Was Brianna worried about it too? Didn't seem like it, maybe I should mention it to her.

Before I could even tap on her low broad shoulder someone tapped on my right instead, I turned around to the sudden touch and was face to face with him once again, Tom.
"Hey? Morgan right?" I nodded as a response unable to fully understand what he had said with the loud rock playing on both ears, nodding was probably the best option.

I took my left head phone out and turned my entire body to his direction putting my entire focus on him,
"What's up Tom? what do you need"
He plastered that same jerk smirk on his face this time it was placed on his right cheek. I raised my eyebrow the slightest unable to raise it any higher with confusion filling my personal bubble that was two seconds away from being popped by Tom's baggy pants.