Beep beep beep
My alarm went off annoyingly, worsing my already throbbing head ache. I hold my forehead as my eyes slowly open. I barely crawl across my carpet to turn the little noise maker off by ripping the plug out of the wall.
"Why do I keep doing this to my self ?" I grumble as I slowly get up, using my bed frame for help. I drag my feet over to my closet still half asleep. I pick out a yellow dress with a black sweater that has tiny yellow flowers on it. I throw it onto my bed and turn the radio on to wake me, get the blood pumping. As I start to get undressed my favorite song comes on, I turn the music up louder. I sing along and swing my hips the music. Grabbing the dress and pulling it over my head, then my brush off of my vanity and singing into it at the climax of the song. At this point I'm half way read for school, barely awake and having a dance party hangover.
Life is going well today.
I walk out of my house on time, still humming the song that came on earlier. For once I actually feel happy going to school today. I don't know why, its just like every other day. I think as I walk up the steps of the school.
I put my light blue bag in my locker after taking out my books. I shut my locker as the first bell rings, a warning for everyone to start getting to their classes. I walk down the hall and jog up one flight of stairs and walk into the third class room on the left. I get there with plenty of time to spare, so I start writing in my diary about my day so far, seeing that no one is sitting next to me yet.
"Whatcha writing about ?" I hear from the seat next to me. I swiftly close my diary and hold it in my lap as my face turns bright red. I give tough guy a tight lipped smile as I lie to him and say it's nothing. "Well surely it's not nothing or else you wouldn't be hiding it from me, now would you ?"
"How about it's none of your business." I tell him with an attitude, putting my diary under my other books that I have in my desk. I leaned forwards, folded my arms on the desk and laid my head on them.
A sympathetic look breaks through tough guy's usual calm features. He remains quite for about 10 minutes, just long enough for the teacher to explain what we are doing for the day. As I'm working on my class work, tough guy sets a note on my desk. When he sees that I don't pick it up right away he pushes it on top of my class work. I roll my eyes and open the note.
{I'm sorry about how my friend acted last night.}
I write back to him on the same piece of paper.
[It's ok] I fold it up and hand it back to him, focussing back on my work.
He gets another piece of paper out and starts writing at the top of it. {I never introduced myself to you properly, My name is Grayson. What about you?}
[My name is Ruthanne. Can you please stop passing me notes, I'm trying to do my work.]
{Ok geeze.}
[Stooopp, please.]
YOU ARE READING
the Mafia boss's son
RomanceIt's the first day of your senior year. You walk into your last class of the day and you accidentally sit in someone else's seat. Little did you know that guy would make your life turn upside down. For both good and bad.
