where are ü now | b.b (CURRENTLY ON-HOLD)

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It was Sunday morning and Victoria woke us up at seven in the morning for Parebts Meet Teachers. Yes, we still had to do that. But it would be the last because in a few months, we'd get our GCSE results.

I waved goodbye to the Beckham family and went back home. I rang the doorbell and my mum opened the door, in an instant.

I hugged her good morning and went upstairs to get a shower. Yes, shower, not bath. I spent ten minutes inside and walked out in a robe and a towel on my head. I applied Victoria Secret Bombshell cream on my arm and legs, and combed my hair. I tied my wavy, black hair in a ponytail and changed into a grey, Nike Air crop top and a pair of denim jeans.

I walked downstairs and saw my family ready. "Leggo." I shouted to warn them I was here. I put on my black, Nike Air max 1 ultra moire shoe and walked out. Coincidentally, the Beckhams came out too and we walked to school together.

"You forgot your phone," Cruz said and handed it to me.

"Thank you, Cruz." I thanked and gave him a peck on the cheek. He ran off to the front with Romeo, while I was in the back with Mike and Brooklyn. As expected, paparazzi came and bombarded us. Thankfully, the school was only five minutes away, or not, it would be a whole lot of chaos.

At one point, I got really mad with the paps because they were giving Harper no space at all. We kept on telling them to back off, but they never listened. I was done with them and Victoria pleaded me to take her, so I did. I ran to Victoria, grabbed Harper from her and ran all the way to school. It was only a few metres away when the paps came, so it wasn't that tiring. I was just glad I wore Nike shoes, instead of flip flops.

"Harper? Are you okay, sweetie?" I asked her as we reached the school gate.

"Yes, Megan. Thank you." She hugged me and we waited for the rest to join us. Soon, David and my dad came running to the school building and sighed in relief when they saw us.

"Is Harper okay?" David asked and took her from my arms. I nodded and my dad hugged me. A few seconds later, Victoria, my mum and the Beckham boys came.

"Oh my god! Megan, are you okay?" Brooklyn ran up to me and cupped my cheeks. "Yes I am. You?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for taking Harper." I smiled and we went to our homeroom teachers to get our sheet of paper that had our marks.

Brooklyn went to class 11C, while I went to class 11A. Nobody was inside except for my teacher, Miss Clarke. I'm just glad I was a teacher's pet. Just get a close relationship with a teacher and they'd probably help you.

My parents took a seat at the teacher's table and Miss Clarke showed them my marks. Mike and I waited behind. After scrolling and stalking people on Instagram, I heard my parents bid goodbye and we walked out.

"Congrats, Meg. You passed for everything." My dad smiled.

"Pass as in school grades pass or your grades pass?" I questioned. School grades pass is eighty and above. For my dad, ninety and above. "My grades pass."

"Are you kidding me? Everything?" I shrieked. He nodded and I freaked out. That was the best score I had ever gotten from pre-school until high school.

We walked downstairs and sat at the field. I ran in the middle of the field with Mike and we played a friendly game of football. I was only an average in football. The only reason I can play is because of the Beckhams. Living with them is all about football. They support Manchester United and Arsenal while I support Liverpool and Manchester City. Unfortunately, Gerrard left. He was my childhood hero and inspired me to never give up.