I may don't like school but I always found some sort of peace when I went... well, that is only in my journalism class. When I was 9, my grandfather introduced me to journalism because he was a journalist and ever since then I knew I wanted to be a journalist.
I entered the parking lot of my school dreading to go inside, I hop out grabbing my back pack from the back seat and make my way inside. I head to the front office to pick up my schedule.
"Hello miss" I said to the little old lady behind the desk. "Hello sweetheart, name please?" she asked
"Morgan miller" I spoke she pause for a minute as she was trying to place something.
"You don't happen to be the sister of an Alexander miller?" She asked tilting her head a bit.
Of course it would come to this, it's like every one knew my brother... and not for the right reasons.
I sigh, "yes ma'am I do have an older brother name Alexander , he's a senior" I said blankly.
"Oh he's a sweet heart, he volunteers in the office all the time" she said as she passed me my schedule.
"Mhmm yea" I said as I took my schedule and walked out.
That lady must be on something because ain't no way she said my brother was a "sweetheart". ughhh!! that made me internally vomit. I scanned over my schedule mentally slapping my self...
1st period maths
2nd period English
3rd period science
Lunch
4th& 5th period study hall
6th period journalism
Of course my last class would be the only class I want to attend...
"Bell rings"
Great, I'm late on the first day.... I opened the door to the class room and all eyes fall on me.
"You are?" The teacher spoke as he stopped teaching and looked at me
"Morgan miller sir" I spoke, I just wanted to die right then and there.
"Well nice of you to finally join us miss milller" take a seat there he said pointing to the back corner.
I took my seat and he went back to the lesson. I hate math but I'm surprisingly good at it. I wasn't paying much attention I was doodling in my book when I heard the classroom door open, I didn't bother looking up, that's until I heard that name. I look up locking eyes with the one and only, "Kamron Klein".
Holy fuck, I whispered.
No no no no this cannot be happening. He's supposed to be away in boarding school, why is he here? I was mentally screaming and my heart was racing, this was supposed to be my year where I get my peace of mind but I guess lucks just not on my side. to make all things worse, I heard when the teacher told him to take the seat next to me. I could smack that stupid smirk off his face as he made his way to sit next to me.
"Hi miss Morgan" did you miss me?? he whispered when he sat down, I just rolled my eyes and when back to my book.
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FanfictionMorgan miller a 16 year old aspiring journalist with loving parents and a semi sweet older brother. it has been her dream ever since she was a child to become a journalist due to her love of writing and reading. growing up Morgan never really had m...
