Falling For You

1.

Hazel

The alarm clock blared obnoxiously in my ears jolting me out of my sleep, shattering the fragments of my dream. I blearily opened my eyes and squinted at the digital numbers on the clock on my bedside table.
07:46 a.m. I had overslept.
I bolt upright in bed, my heart racing like a cheetah on its morning run. "Shit, shit, shit" I mutter to myself as I look at the time. I groaned, throwing my pillow against the wall.

Today was the first day of school, and I was gonna be late on the first goddamn day. I cursed under my breath and stumbled out of the bed to get dressed. I throw on the first thing I find in my drawers (some random hoodie with jeans), try to tame my hair, brush my teeth quickly, grabbed my backpack and rushed out the door. Today is not off to a good start.

I shivered, pulling my hoodie tighter around me as a gust of cold wind hit me. As I raced towards bus stop in the cold streets of Paris, the freezing air stung my face and made my fingers numb. I cursed under my breath for not bringing a scarf or a jacket. "Why does it have to be so fucking cold today."
Can't the weather be a little merciful to a girl on her first day of school? It was early september but the weather was already chilly. It was not even winter yet.

I pulled out my phone to check Instagram as I walked to the bus stop. As I scrolled, I noticed the time, 8:04 a.m. I realized that I was probably already late for the first period anyway, so there was no point rushing. As I scrolled, I saw a picture of my bestie, Amber, at some party she'd gone to the night before. I double tapped the picture to like it and then commented, Damnn wifeyyy💋

Amber was what you might call a 'blonde bombshell'. She was a total contrast to my introverted nature. With her blonde hair and baby blue eyes, she was the type of girl that all guys drooled over and most of the girls wanted to be. Our friendship was the kind where you could insult each other ruthlessly without it bothering us. We could make fun of each other's outfits or call each other stupid names, but in the end of the day, we both knew that we loved each other deeply.

Once, in third grade, we had been to a beach, and I was too scared to swim in the water because I didnt know how to. Some older guys saw me started taunting me, calling me a scaredy-cat. Without a moment of hesitation, Amber had marched upto them and punched one of them in the nose. She had taken no crap from anyone, even when we were kids. The guy ended up with a broken nose and we got into serious trouble.

I looked down at my phone and saw a text from Amber. Late again? Where are you?
I quickly texted back, overslept, omw.
I put my phone back in my pocket and picked up my pace. Ofcourse, there was no way I was going to make it to the first period, but I could atleast try to make it to the second period.

I climbed onto the bus and found a seat near the back. I looked at my watch as the bus pulled away, trying to estimate how late I am going to be. The ride to school seemed to take forever as I fidgeted in my seat as I waited to arrive. Finally, the bus pulled up to the school. I quickly got off and dashed towards the school building.

I practically flew out of the bus and into the building. I didn't want to delay my arrival and get into anymore trouble. I looked at my phone and saw that I was already 5 minutes late for my second class. Damn it. I groan as I looked as the schedule and saw that I had history next- and not just any history teacher, but the strictest one in the whole school. Mr. Dubios was, in one word, a nightmare. He had a permanent scowl on his face. And don't get me started on his rules. He had more rules than an average human has bones in their body. If you dared to breathe too loudly in his class, he'd probably send you straight to the principal's office. He was also the most boring teacher in the world, his classes consisting of endless lectures and notes, all delivered in that same ear-piercing voice.