In which the Gallagher brothers, Blur boys and four girls attend the same sixth form and chaos seems to follow them around as they figure themselves out.
based heavily off of @-jealousgirl 's book where she inserts her and her mates into her story...
𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 was pounding. I had spent my first night in England smoking and drinking until I passed out on my floor with Willow. Thank god my mum only pounded on the door instead of coming in, she would have skinned us alive.
"yeah, yeah! we're up! be down in a bit!" I groaned as I shook willow, who was an incredibly heavy sleeper, awake. We spent the next half hour doing our usual soft makeup and brushed out hair. We put on the uniform and I could see willow fake gagging in the mirror.
"we look like were so far up our own arses we could poke a finger out our mouths! do all british schools have uniforms like this?" She spun around in the mirror, "fuck that cunt, wheres ya spare jumper?" She rummaged through my room to find it. The uniform wasn't actually too bad, the skirt just needed to be rolled up a bit and it would look class. I grabbed willows arm as she found the jumper. "come on you slag! Jess and Bella are outside!" We hopped down the stairs, grabbing our books and meeting our other two mates.
We had all grown up together in Australia, our parents being close and all. My mum decided on applying for a job here in the UK and the others couldn't live without her so they came along too. sounds simple but it took months of convincing and begging and that.
The walk to school was only about ten minutes. I just walked quietly beside Jessie as Bella and Willow talked about how, 'oh british boys are so fine! they got that cute accent and-' 'messed up teeth' 'oi shush you fucktard!' that kinda stuff. they were odd, but we all were so it didn't matter. we were odd together, that's all that mattered. Soon enough we were walking through the school gates. we got a few stares but that happens when your just starting at a school and it's literally year twel- sixth form, whatever they called it here. As we walked, a football landed at my feet.
"oi pass it back here!" Came a very nasally mancunian accent, I looked up to see a tall brown haired boy across the courtyard. His uniform was untucked and messy looking- the day had just started, what was up with that? "what's the special word mate?" I called back to him with a glare. He let out a loud bark of a laugh, "I dunno, peanuts?" What an idiot. I simply rolled my eyes and kicked the ball back to him, maybe it was accidental, maybe it wasn't but it barely missed his face. He scowled at me and gave me the V before walking off to some other lads. I chuckled and turned away from him to re join the conversation with the girls.
"aren't you the charmer Tahlia?" Jessie snorted, "he looks like a right cunt d'you know what I mean?" I hummed and nodded. "d'ya reckon they got a girls team here or do I need to join a local club?" I asked her.
"Theres a girls team here but their shite." An overly loud mancunian accent spoke beside Jessies ear. "fuck me!" she yelped. "you fucking mencs man! this isn't even manchester, what the fuck are you doing?" She shot him a glare. I rolled my eyes at the boys comment about the girls team being shite, as he said it. "you look just like-" Bella began to speak before she was cut off by the boy, manners of a fucking goat, he had. "Liam? yeah were brothers man" I squinted my eyes, "Liam?" I chuckled, "The guy I nearly hit with the ball?" I grinned at my own talents. I hated men so nearly giving one a free nose job was funny to me.
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