A:N So I decided to make a new story, a student teacher relationship. All the teachers at my school are butt-ugly (Except maybe 1, hmm...) and It will be urm... More heated then my other book... Don't sit there and think what a perv I am, just pick up 50 shades of Grey, and see where that leads you.
-Iliketrains001
Kyla Pov:
BRRRIIIINNNGGGGG!!!! BRRRRIIIINNNNGGG!!! My alarm clock jerked me awake, and I banged my head on my headboard. I hissed at the pain that shot through the back of my head. Well, that woke me up. I stood up and stretched. I then groggily made my way downstairs, and found my mum making pancakes. Blueberry ones, as well. My favorite!
"You looking forward to school?" My mum, who's name is Amy (Or Mrs. Evans to the people she hires) asked. I gave her a look.
"Don't remind me," I slurred, my voice still thick with sleep. I put my head on the table, attempting to sleep again. A bang and the smell of blueberries hit my senses. I lifted my head and dug in, savoring the taste. I looked at the time, 7:20. I groaned. If I wanted to make it to school on time, I was gonna have to start getting ready.
Forty minutes later I was washed, dressed and my make up and hair was done to my standard. I wore my school uniform: A blouse, blazer, a black tie-thing, and a skirt with black tights.
Yes, this is what England is like, my American friends.
I waited at the end of my street for my ride. My boyfriend, Ryan takes me to school. He was in Year 13, one above me. He also had a car, which was handy. I was 16, 17 in seven months. Sad, sad times. We had a majority of classes together, considering he was in the year above.
He turned round the corner in his silver Audi A8, and I hopped in. He leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back. Just a chaste kiss.
We drove to school in silence, which was fine. But something was off, I could tell. Ryan was squirmy and fidgety unlike his natural self, which was outgoing and not afraid to speak his mind.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Hmm? Oh, yes I'm fine," He said dismissively.
When we got to school I got out of the car and made my way over to my best friend, Mackenzie. We called her Mac for short. "Hey Mac!" I called.
Mackenzie was blond, with brown low-lights, had bright blue eyes that I was completely jealous of. I was a brunette, with light brown eyes; a hazel-y type colour. It was the start of a new academic year and she was blabbing to some other blonde girl about what had gone on in the summer.
"Hey, Kyla!!" She hugged me and shooed off the other girl. "What's up gurl?!"
"Not much, just chilling, eating, all that shizz," I hugged her back, laughing.
"So, have you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"Mr. Handson got sacked!" She clapped her hands.
"What, why?"
"He got caught drinking on school grounds. Tried to grope Lola, as well. Not that she'd mind," She gave a light-hearted laugh. Lola and her clones were my No.1 enemy(s). We had been best friends ever since year 7, when we got into a big argument over a boy. We mutually hated each other, and she made it known.
"Ew, I would never have a relationship with a teacher; it's just wrong," I shuddered.
Just then, a body pushed past me, knocking me off balance. "Sorry," A deep male voice said, then he rushed past me. I looked at his retreating body. He was slim, wearing a grey suit and his chesnut hair dishevled. I brushed myself down, and looked at him. He was going into the main building half-running half-walking.
