"You are now talking to a stranger. Say hi."
You: Hey.
Stranger: Hi.
You: How are you?
Stranger: Good thanks, you?
You: Yeah I'm good, thanks.
Stranger: Soooo...
You: ummm... Do you like music?
Stranger: HELL YEAH!!
You: Great :) sorry I guess it's a bad question. I just was trying to make conversation.
Stranger: Yeah, don't worry. Yeah I'm in a band so I kinda like music...
You: You're in a band?!?!
Stranger: Yeah :)
You: That's amazing! Boy band (sorry I'm just guessing you're a boy) or band?
Stranger: ....we....don't...say....the.....B....word..
Stranger: I'm in a proper band. And yes I am a boy :D
You: :) :) I really like bands. Don't really like boy bands, they kinda annoy me.
Stranger: Yeah I totally understand what you mean! We get called a boy band a lot :( Just because we're a group of guys :'(
You: Oh. I guess that's annoying...
Stranger: Yeah... Wait can I just make sure? You're a girl,right?
You: Yeah, I'm a girl :)
Stranger: Thank God :)
You: Where you from?
Stranger: Australia, you?
You: Same :)
Stranger: That's Great :) we should so meet up some time.
You: OMG, yeah that would be great.
Stranger :) back to the topic of music, who's you're favourite band?
You: Oh, That's a hard one. Probably either Boys Like Girls or blink or Green Day :) What about you?
Stranger: OMG! I love those bands. I think Green Days my favourite tho.
You: What's you're favourite Green Day song?
Stranger: American Idiot... The best song by far!
You: OMG that's my favourite song too :D
Stranger: wow! That's spooky :D
You: sorry I have to go. My dinner is ready.
Stranger: Wait wait!
Stranger: Here is my email, so we can stay in touch. Bassking96@hotmail.com
You: Here is mine. truebrunette@hotmail.com
Stranger: Okay, wait I don't even know your name? :D
You: Not telling :)
Stranger: Fine then. You can just call me Bass King :)
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Isabella's POV
It's safe to say, I hate being the new girl! Today will be the third first day I have had in two years! And, let's just say, it doesn't get easier every time.
I live with my Mum, Dad and my two younger twin brothers. My Dad moves around a lot with his work so we have to move house quite a bit. Each time we move, me and my brothers always have to move schools. It's not hard for them to fit in though. They always have each other to play with and, because they're only seven years, they make friends really quickly. On the other hand, there is me. People say I'm quiet, unsociable and unapproachable. They're probably right, I mean all I ever do is sit in the corner of the room and listen to my music through my headphones on full blast.
High school is scary, there are bullies everywhere! People bully you for stupid little reasons, like for your taste in clothes or how you wear your hair. High school sucks!
At 7:00am, my phone alarm when off.
"Honey, it's time for school!" My mum says while opening my bedroom door to see if I was awake.
"Mum, I don't feel very well." I know this won't work, but I add a cough to the end of the sentence to try and make it sound more believable.
"Isabella, I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work! Now get your lazy ass up out of bed." She laughs, I don't understand why she's so happy, it's like 7 in the morning. All I do is grown and crawl out of bed.
It's important to make a good first impression on your first day, so you have to look good. Looking in my wardrobe, all I can see is plain and boring T-shirts or band Merch. I guess I'm going to wear band Merch. I finally decided on I what I am going to wear when my mother runs in my room. "Isabella, you do realize we're leaving in ten minutes and you haven't even eaten breakfast!" She doesn't seem happy, she used my full name.
"Oh. Um. Okay. Please can you make me some toast?" She just nods and walks away.
I quickly did my hair, just a messy high ponytail, and finished my make up. It was then 7:55. "Isabella! Come on! We have to go!"
Mum is now screaming me from inside the car. I ran down the stairs, grabbed my black high tops and jumped into the car.
The car journey only lasted about a quarter of an hour because of traffic and we arrived at school at 8:10, 5 minutes before registration. The car journey was completely silent. I was too nervous to talk. Mum stopped the car by the entrance.
"Right Isabella, you know what to do. Just go into the reception and they'll tell you where to go." She taps me on the shoulder, encouraging me to get out.
"But what if they don't like me, Mum?" I don't know why I said that, it's sounded so cliche like. God, what's wrong with me today.
"They will." She leans over and opens the door, I get out the car and close the door behind me.
"Bye mum"I said through the open car window.
"Bye Bella. Oh, and baby, you look really nice today." And then she drives off, leaving me in this hell hole.
I look down to see what I'm wearing, Blink-182 T-shirt and black skinny jeans. God, I hope someone in this hell hole likes Blink-182, if not I'm screwed!
In schools there are groups, the Populars, the jocks, the rebels, the drama kids, the music freaks, the nerds, the tech-geeks and the freaks. I am a music freak, I play guitar and a bit of piano. And I am always listening to music, of course! I've only being in my new school, Lunavile High, for about five minutes but I can see the different groups. The Populars are leaning against the canteen table, flirting with the male jocks. The tec-geeks are crowding around a computer, shouting about what's on the screen. The rebels are carving their name into tables on the corner of the hall. And the nerds are running out of the library, struggling to carry all their books. It's always the same in every school I go to.
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AN
Hi. Sorry this chapter is really short! promise the next one is longer😂
thanks a bunch guys 😘
~Gracie
