𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮

I give a kiss to mumma before leaving for school. "Do have a great day at school today dear." Mum smiles.

"I will don't worry mumma, it's my first day. Just gotta get used to the school first, mhm. After all, what could possibly happen?" I respond as I try to detach herself from me. She's sucking the soul outta me. She doesn't want me to go. She's gotta trust me this time though.

"You're hugging me like I'm leaving you for good mumma." I pout. "I'll be fine. Don't you worry." I reassure her.

Her blue button from her polka dot cardigan is stuck on me. Damn, he doesn't want me to go either. Sucks to be a teenage girl. I wanna stay home too buddy, but let me tell you, I'll be back before you know it.

Oh. Im conversing with a damn button for heavens' sake. Please god, help me make some friends at my new school. I tightened my ribbon in my hair before exiting my house and walking to school.

Walking just down the street, I realised I'm not wearing school shoes. "Oh cheeseballs, damn you comfy slippers." I internally groan as I march back home. Didn't even realise I was wearing them till now.

Deceiving, undercover, little slippers. I literally just used rule of three right now. I believe I deserve an A+ on my language report right now already.

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"What?"

No hey? Hello? Good morning? How are you today? She must not be happy today. Well, that's a bummer."I'm new and I was wondering if I could have my timetable please?" I ask with a smile. Hope that lifts her mood.

"Name?" she sighs. "Eloise Raelynn Evans." I think she just might not be a morning person. Mum is not very much a morning person either. Which is the total opposite of me as I am one. How can people just sleep for so long?

There's a whole day to do so much stuff. Like painting or redecorating your whole bedroom or baking a cake. Ok, scratch that because Mother would never let me near her kitchen. Not after I set the microwave on fire. It wasn't my fault. It's just that I had forgotten to take the spoon out of the soup. Short-term memory.

"I love your bracelet. It's so pretty." She looks up at me and smiles. "Thanks, here's your timetable by the way. Hope you have a nice first day." I nod. I am very proud of myself. Did you just see that? I have just accomplished a good start to my day. Now, what's next?

"History." I mumble and go off my way to find the room.

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"Please, help me. Why are there so many fricking floors?" I moan. I could've climbed Mount Everest by now.

As I'm walking to god knows where the damn history class is, i bump into someone."Watch where you're going." I look behind me. "You bumped into me." He ignores me and carries on walking. That's a bit rude. Whatever.

Eventhough he was rude, God did he smell so good. What perfume do you use?

I look down at my timetable and look back up again and down again and back up again. "Class D4" I mumble. That's another praise to- "You're late."

Oh. Ok, so that glare you are sending me right now, woman is a kinda bit scary. "Are you even in this class?" She looks me up and down. Do you like the blue bow in my hair? Me neither. I lost my favourite one. Sigh. "I'm the n-"

"You're the new student, yes?" I nod. Dude, I was just about to say that. "Sit at the back, next to the window." Damn I'm all alone at the back.

Am I gonna turn out like those people who never have a partner to do projects with? And then I go into the trio group, but i am still left out. Like a failed trio friendship group. No offence to the people whose trios actually work. Which is probably like 2% of the world's population.