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Back To School! ( Chapter 2 )

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OAKLEY'S POV
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Time to go school, great, JUST GREAT.
I hate school with all my heart I know I act perfect but I seriously hate school with every single bone in my fricking body! I never cuss, I never smoke, I never party, I never kiss, I never have fun.
My schedule consists of school 8 hours a day sometimes 9 if I have to stay afterschool to tutor some stupid jocks who have been held back 20 times. Then once I get home at like 4:00pm I have to get ready for dance which I have till 9:30pm and then once I get home its shower, eat dinner, and then go to bed. No phone time unless its the weekend or I have break time during school or dance. Now you may ask what do my weekends look like? Well, my weekends start with me waking up at 8:00am and getting ready for piano classes that my mom made me sign up for because,

"It looks better on my college application."

I'm only a sophomore by the way.
Anyways I do piano for an hour and get home at about 10:00 because the drive is 30 minutes. Then I get two hours of break time, then back to studying for quizzes and doing the homework that isn't even assigned yet but my mom says,

"You need to have all of this done early so you look responsible even though you aren't at all!"

Goodness I hated my mom sometimes but i'm not allowed to hate because the Bible says so.
Speaking of the Bible after I do random school stuff for 3-4 hours, my mom makes me read the Bible.

"Ten pages a day!"

My mother tells me, so I do it. Ten pages everyday no matter how bored I get TEN. PAGES. EVERYDAY.
Anyways after I do that for 2 hours I usually get free time to get on my laptop, listen to music, and whatever I want to do.
Sundays consist of church and after church we usually have brunch with family and then we go to my cousins and my mother forces me to play outside with the kids, which I don't mind the kids are better than whatever adults talk about.
So yeah thats my life, IT SUCKS!
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So now I think I should give you a little backstory on how I got the mysterious boy's number, well it all started when.. no i'm just kidding nothing special I simply asked one of his odd looking grungy friends and surprisingly he gave it too me.
But thats brings us to where we are now,
school ugh!!! 

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NO ONES POV
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The grunge boy walks in late like always with his somewhat greasy curls covering his face, the poor boy needed a haircut badly he just didn't feel like it.
"Sir, wheres your tardy-" The teacher starts to say but then the boy slaps a yellow tardy slip in his hand and walks to his seat.
Ms. Perfect as people called her, sat in her seat in the front and watched everything the boy did and when he sat down she decided she should stop looking at him even though she didn't want too.
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The class goes slow and everyone is bored but Ms. Perfect has to sit up straight and pay attention because her mother makes all her teachers write a paragraph on how Oakley behaved throughout the class, one time a teacher didn't write and lets just say they don't work there anymore. Eventually, the bell finally rings and all the students rush out the classroom excited to finally be out of that miserable classroom.
Out of all people the last two people walking out happened to be the grunge and Ms. Perfect, they bump into eachother not noticing who they bumped into until they looked at eachother.
"Oh I-I-uh.. sorry!" The blonde haired girl blurts out after a moment of silent eye contact between the two.
"Not your fault blondie." The grunge said with a straight look on his face still looking into her eyes captivating the blue color.
This makes the blue eyed blondie nervous causing her to say something very embarrassing,
"I better uh, get going bye cutie!"
She ran off before even realizing what she had said. Oh my goodness, she just called him cute!?

HEYY JULIA HERE AND UH THIS CHAPTER IS 730 WORDS HOPE YOU LIKE HER BACKSTORY THE BOYS IS COMING SOON ALONG WITH HIS NAMEE BYEEE!!