The Junes | Liam Gallagher ° OASIS

CHAPTER ONE: NEW BEGINNINGS

Early 1990, Manchester

Amara Watson, despite moving from place to place, hated the thought of being in a new city. She understood it was for the benefit of her father's job, but thank god this would be the last time she had to pack and unpack her things in a different place. After plenty of rundown jobs, her dad bought a pub near Burnage, Manchester.

Out of all places he could've chosen.. they moved to Manchester. Great.

It was bad enough for the girl to suffer being picked on due to having such a strong Irish accent when she lived in the heart of Leeds, but now she was in Manchester, trying to start in a brand new school full of people who already knew one another.

That was the worst bit.

Trying to make friends was awful enough too. She felt bad about the whole friend-making thing. Amara thought she was intruding on people's lives and friendships, so she avoided people in hopes of them coming to her.

But no one ever did.

Her parents always said she had to be more confident, but they were praying to God himself that these new teens in her new school were going to be much nicer to her.

**

Amara looked in the mirror in the hallway of her new home. She moved in on Friday, helped her mum unpack whilst her dad got her into a new school ready for Monday. She wore her own normal clothes, a simple grey sweater and black flare jeans that were once her mum's. Her hands ran down her clothes for the millionth time, hoping she looked perfect.

Her mum, Rachael, walked into the hallway with a smile, standing near Amara with a smile. "Stop ya' fussin'! Ya' look fine." Her mum said, swatting her hands.

Amara chuckled nervously, looking down and brushing her hair out of her face, 'Sorry, I'm just nervous-"

"You'll be fine love, you'll fit in nicely." Her mum reassured, putting her soft hand up to her daughter's cheek. "Now, off ya' go. Don't wanna be late."

Amara smiled, hugging her mum tightly before quickly heading off to school. The street she lived on seemed simple enough, it wasn't the best of places, but as long as she could call it home then that's all she wanted.

She wished her dad could've been there to see her first day, but he was at the pub sorting things out before it opened for the first time later on tonight. The last owner made it look like a pig's pen, but with a bit of decluttering, it looked nearly brand new and ready to serve.

Amara held her bag strap close to her body, almost hugging herself to stop her nerves. It was a completely new school term, so she hoped that there were other new students. But the only new students that arrived were the brand new first years... everyone else in her school year knew everyone else.

As she walked into the school to head to the reception, she felt most eyes on her. She couldn't tell if they were judgemental or downright curious. If she stopped walking then she was sure that her legs would give way. Amara masked her nervousness with confidence, holding her head up high as she walked to the front desk.

"Hi, uhm, my name is Amara..." She introduced herself. Okay this was going.. fine? "I'm new."

"Hello there, Amara," A nice lady looked up, glasses on the end of her nose, "Welcome, and is that an Irish accent I sense?"