'LOOK HOW GREAT I AM' - {V.C}

) one (

+ nicole +

Life's decent. Mom and dad got a divorce, me and Char chose to live with dad because our mom is quite abusive. obviously we'll keep in touch but for now she isn't the best for our mental state.

Dad, Charlie and I moved to America. Originally we stayed in Czech, but we've been learning English for a good while.

We moved to this small town called 'Derry' a couple of days ago and Dad is in a rush for us to start school- he is always worried about our education since he didn't have a great one.

I'm not really worried about school, just annoyed because kids at my old school used to say Americans are the worst- which I am choosing to believe.

Charlie is definitely about to get bullied, she's going with an emo look now. that would've slided back in Czech but im not sure about America.

-the next day-

Me and Charlie are making our way into the school together, she has her walkman headphones on. probably listening to some emo music or something alike.

we separate, looking for our lockers. as I make my way to mine, I pass a squad of boys who seem to have a staring issue.

"Oh the new girl doesn't look too bad"

The tall, lanky boy said to the others; not even trying to keep his voice down.

I just reply with an eye roll, then realise my locker is next to them. Jesus.

"Keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain back there"

Says the one with the mullet, way to be original.

"I'd like to see things from your perspective, but I don't think I can get my head that far up my ass"

I reply, opening my locker. That sentence ended the conversation; thankfully.

After that, I make my way to my class. as I do I get many stares, not surprising as I'm new.

Just as I got sat down in class, thinking it was going to be not half bad- the lanky boy from that group walks in and sits behind me.

Well that's just great.

After a few minutes of being in class, The boy didn't say or do anything- so I thought it'd be fine.

That was until he passes a nice little note onto my desk.

I open the crumpled up piece of paper.

'The site of you givs me a boner'

Oh wow. this guy really needs his spelling checked. but otherwise what the fuck; I mean I know I'm hot and all but let me live.

I turn round to the guy and tell him:

"You desperately need your spelling fixed, buddy"

I say, throwing the piece of paper back at the horny bastard.

Then return to my work, like a normal person.

except I'm not a normal person.

at least I can just act like a normal person?

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{{NOTE: I might be taking a 2 week break of writing as im going on holiday but I might still write while im there, ill squeeze a small chapter in tomorrow I think}}