what do i hate most in the world?
alarm clocks.
beep FUCKING beep.
it wakes me up everyday at 7am and reminds me i need to go to a hellhole private school that my 'lovely' parents payed for.
"ugh fucking HELL!" i slammed my fist on my alarm clock, sliding out of bed, putting underwear and school clothes on before brushing my teeth
after brushing my teeth i brush my beautiful purple hair.
i remember being suspended because i tried to dye the principal's hair in his sleep, don't even ask. the dickhead deserved it.
what surprises me is that this nasty private school let me dye my hair, my parents hate it but they can't really do anything, i always figure out ways to colour it.
"michael, breakfast is ready!" my mom shouts from downstairs
"IM GOING OUT FOR BREAKFAST" i shout back, making some finishing touches to my hair before walking downstairs, grabbing my school bag and heading out, "bye mom!"
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"cinnamon scroll and flat white please" i ordered
i waited before they called my name out and grabbed my brown bag and takeaway cup and walked to school, which wasn't that far away.
despite how lazy i am i love walking, looking at the nature, trees and those fucking amazing birds, i love birds, and pigeons, i love feeding those cute little things.
"FUCK!" i cursed at the lot of hot coffee spilt all over me and my white school shirt
"oh my god I'm so sorry!" the girl said looking down at my now see-through shirt
"its fine" i sighed deeply in frustration but as i looked up at this cute little girl, i couldn't be mad.
her big puppy dog eyes were so worried, i felt bad myself
"i am really sorry, here have some napkins!" she hands two cream bean napkins to me, like it could work... "i'm sorry i really am just running late for school and i-"
"hey, its fine! i probably got spare ones in my gym locker"
"oh, okay, i'm still really sorry" her head looked down at her feet, evidently embarrassed "wait, you go to dalton?" she looked at my blazer
"yes, i do, do you?"
"yeah, i do actually" she chuckles, score for me!
"i'm michael" i held my hand out
"i'm jo" she took my hand
"jo, i like it" i smiled,
"well, i've gotta go get changed, as you can see i'm already really late!"
"okay then, i'll see you at school"
"see you!"
after that, we both departed, and god she was so cute, and i wanted to know her more.
jo.
we'll have little rainbow babies.
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we are people // 5sos
Fanfictionthis is a story about the complicated and misunderstood lives of teenagers.