Music Saved us

chapter one welcome to hell

I woke up to the sound of my mother rushing around again in her bedroom I looked at the clock it was 8:42 I rolled over groaning seeing I was late for school, I rolled off my bed quickly showering and brushing my teeth I looked at my ugly face in the mirror I have lime green eyes that have massive bags underneath them, chubby cheeks my skin always too pale freckles covering my nose and my lips that seemed to big for my face. I glare at my face and red hair witch due to lack of money to dye my ture ginger colour leaking though I get dressed fast and don't bother to put makeup on.

I put my headphones in when I enter the gates of the school as soon as I walk through the doors im getting glares and people smirking at me, I turn up bringing the horizon full blast so you can hear it coming from my earbuds, which gets the teachers to glare at me. people like to make fun of me is because of my music taste and the stuff I wear doesn't show my ass like most of the girls do in this shit school. I live in a big city called Woodford where 90% of the people listen to rap music and wear next to nothing and are covered in head a toe in make up.I have been bullied for as long as i can remember if it wasnt cause of my braces (with i had taken off last year) it was because of something i said,im used to having no friends i mean its thanks to music that i can block out all the hate in the world.I sigh as i reach my locker opening the door i was about to reach for my maths book when kyle the most popular boy at wood end school knocked me into the locker and threw his empty bottle in my locker,he smirked at me "watch where your going stupid emo slut" he spat as he walked away with his groupies following him i got up and brushed my self off i whispered to my self "i am not a fucking emo just cus i listen to decent music for fuck sake i have a crush on harry styles".

I was in English ignoring all the comments of people telling me to just die already I sighed starting to feel some of the comments getting to me so, I put on fall out boys i dont care which always makes me stronger. I went to doodling on my English book ignoring the teacher trying to control the class when Mr hill the head teacher for my year walked in I glanced up to see a tall thin figure standing in the doorway "Class you have a new student his name is Leo Howard "Leo stepped into the room, it's not very often I see a cute guy when I live in chav central so I can admit I had a good look, he had longish black hair with deep chocolate brown eyes he's lips looked like a soft pink colour they made my mouth water he had high cheekbones with a strong jaw and he had a thin faint scar over his eyebrow but it added to his look made him even more perfect.  he was dressed in an old leather jacket and a plain black T-shirt with jeans and Converse shoes and he was very tall towering over 5.6 me. i felt sorry for him having to sit by me i looked down quickly "You will have to sit by Lana" said sir going back to writing on the board i blushed

Due to Leo being next to me, I started getting lost in my thoughts thinking how hot he was "Er..hi do you have a pen" I jumped I nearly fell off the chair being the idiot that I am everyone laughed at me Leo had a confused look on his face "er yes here" I said passing him one. as he leaned in collecting the pen his scent filled the air around me he smelt like lemongrass or something sweet but still with a woody manly undertone and I could smell him from this far "What's your name?" he asked "Lana" I said he got the hint that I didn't want to talk I didn't see the point in trying to make friends with him when he will only go and join in with the whole class.

When the bell rang I was the first one out of class like I always am. I always bring my lunch with me and hide in the old music rooms behind the gym no one ever finds me there, I remember one time when I once ate on the benches outside with everyone else and the fake two-faced bitchies aka Tia, Paris, and pagie (they where the ones who made my life a living hell the most) I was eating and they came to me pushing me on the floor stamping on me calling me a whore and everything under the sun. That was the day when I cut for the first time i looked down at my wrists with a small frown on my face. I know that my old mom, the mom who used to care about me before my dad left would have been shocked and angry at me but now I just think she would cheer me on.I sighed taking a sip of my water, the music room was dark and filled with dusty old guitars and broken drums lying all over the back wall the light didnt work the only light coming through the beam of light from the window. I sat down on the table when I heard the door open i hid as fast as I could i knew if anyone found me my hiding place would be gone.