Stole My Heart

chapter 2

The morning bell had gone and I dragged myself out of bed and got changed into my school uniform. It really was an ugly thing, it was a black skirt with tights, a white shirt, a black blazer and a yellow and black tie. The boys wore the same, a part from wearing trousers instead of a skirt. After my best attempt to tie my tie, I decided it was time to wake my new room mate up. It was funny, I still didn't know her real name. Not that it bothered me, I liked the nicknames we had for each other. 

“Get up!” I ordered as I shook her. I saw a smile appear on her face and I knew she was awake and not listening to me. I walked back over to my bed and picked up my pillow. “I said get up!” I hit her with the pillow.

“What was that for?” She groaned as her eyes opened. “I never got told that my room mate belonged in a cage!”

“Shut up and get up!” I laughed, playfully hitting her again. “You'll miss breakfast if you don't.”

She slowly rolled out of her bed, grabbed her school uniform and shuffled into the bathroom to get changed. I sat cross legged on my bed and whilst waiting for her to come out, I quickly scribbled in the answers to the maths homework that I had which was meant to be handed in today.

“Are you building a bomb in there or something? You've been in there for ages!” I yelled as I banged on the bathroom door again.

“Yes, I'm building a bomb in the sink. Don't tell anyone!” I could imagine her smirking and rolling her eyes at me. 

“Just hurry up or I'm going to breakfast without you!” I collapsed down onto my bed and waited for her to come out. A few seconds later she did. I watched as she moved around the room, putting everything away. She actually made the uniform look good, I didn't even think that was possible!

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“For f*ck sake! MOVE!” I yelled to a few younger kids as I barged past them with 'Kimba Walshster' right behind me. We had just finished eating breakfast and now we were walking to our first class. We both had science, and we weren't looking forward to it at all. 

“Now, I will warn you. You probably don't want to sit next to me in this class.” I said as we stood outside, we were a bit early, but 'Kimba Walshster' liked to be early and I was too tired to argue with her. “I sit right at the front with nobody because everyone thinks I'm a bad influence on them. My other three friends are in this class, but they aren't allowed to sit next to me because I distract them.”

“No, I want to sit next to you.” She confirmed by smiling at me. “I want to have some fun whilst in this class.” We walked in to find Mr Davidson already at his desk.

'Kimba Walshster' went to talk to him to introduce herself and everything and I took my seat right at the front of the class. I could hear what she was saying, and I had to bite on my pen not to laugh at her. She was being so polite and well mannered, if only the teachers knew she wasn't like that outside the class. A few minutes later, she came and took a seat next to me.

“Oh Miss Walsh, I don't think you want to sit there.” So her surname was Walsh... Mr Davidson glared at me, so in return I glared back. “Miss Tweedy is a bad influence on other students.”

“Oh no Sir, it's fine. She's my friend.” Kimberley replied, acting as innocently as she could. I had to admit, she was good at pretending that she thought I was a good student even though she knew the truth.

He obviously wasn't happy with her answer as he glared at both of us, muttered something under his breath and left the classroom. We turned to each other and started laughing. 

“Oh Miss Walsh, I don't think you want to sit there!” I mocked.

“Miss Tweedy is a bad influence on other students.” She mocked back.