"(Y/N)" = your name
"Wake up sleepyhead!" Your heard your sister Lydia shout at you while shaking you.
"Okay, okay I'm up!" I said angrily.
"Wear something nice, it's the first day of school." She said
"Kay sheriff." I rolled my eyes
Once she finally left the room I got up and took a shower. It was really hard to pick a nice outfit cause almost all my clothes are in a dark shade of color unlike Lydia's, her's was colorful like when you open her closet you can clearly see a rainbow made out of clothes. I finally decided what to wear, a grey t-shirt, jeans, white converse and a maroon colored hoodie cause it was pretty chilly outside. After I changed Lydia and I ate breakfast then we left the house. "So, are you excited to become a freshman?" She asked cause we were really quiet in the car. "Ha! Not at all." I said grumpily. "Can you please at least be positive today? And not full of sarcasm?"
"I'll try my best not to be"
"Oh you better"
When we arrived at school it immediately felt like we arrived in hell. "Welcome to hell!" I say sarcastically to her. She never answered, instead she did a eye roll at me. I looked at her and she looked at me. We went inside the school and I fell on the floor. When I looked up to see who made me fall in the first place that guy was actually cute. "Oh I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking." "Nah it's fine, it happens all the time." He reached out his hand for me to hold so I can stand up so I took it. When I stood up he reached out his hand again for me to shake it. "Hi I'm Liam" he said.
"Hi I'm (y/n)." After shaking his hand I looked around to see Lydia smirking at me then she gave a thumbs up. But why? Anyways back to the cute boy with blue eyes. "Um... Is it okay if you can show me around? I'm just new here and I don't know where to go." He said. "Of course. But can I see your schedule first?" He nodded and gave me the piece of paper. "Lucky for you we have almost all our classes together." I say amazed. "Oh thank goodness." He said in agreement. Then we headed of to attend our classes.
