Untrustworthy

one ; another day and im somehwere new

'Molly.. Molly.. MOLLY!' I awake to the sound of my annoying brother screaming in my face at 8 o'clock. I ignore the child's voice and fall back asleep pretending I never woke in the first place. 'Molly! You better wake up now or I'm calling Mom.' I don't like it when Mom wakes me up. She takes all my blanket off me and drags me out of bed. If that doesn't work, a bucket of ice water is involved. When we said the word 'Mom' I was up and out of bed.

I have to go into college later today as its my first day so the principal wants me to have an interview with him first. Moving here is strange. London is so much different to New York. I feel like I might get called names for my accent or something but I'm 16 and today is when I really begin to start my life as an adult.

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After a shower and long decision of what to wear ( decided on my black ripped skinny jeans and my nirvana top ) my mom and I are in the car driving to my first day of college.

'So are you nervous? I probably would be.' She asks. I nod my head and put in my headphones - blasting green day like no tomorrow. She shakes her head and says 'music just fills your head with rubbish, you need to concentrate on your future' and i just ignore her. Once we get to 'Northwood College', i get out the car and say 'pick me up at 4' to my mum. I lean over the car seat to hug her before she drives off down the road.

First period i have English (which i hate with a passion) with a teacher called Mr Stewart. As i head down the busy hallways, one of the older jocks hit me with their football, sending my books flying halfway down the corridor. i stretch out my middle finger to them before going to retrieve my books. A girl runs over to help me pick them all up. She was the same height as me ,maybe a little taller, with strawberry blonde hair (which is perfect) and shes wearing a 'ramones' t-shirt with black skinny ripped jeans and pair of black converse. She was so pretty.

'Hey!' she turns to me 'my names Grace.' She smiles. 'Hey, Im molly' we shake hands. We start talking about our lessons as we walk down to English - weirdly she is in my class. We walk into the classroom were there is no teacher to be seen. Me and Grace pick where we are gonna sit but then Mr Stewart walks in a shouts 'EVERYONE STAND AT THE BACK OF THE CLASSROOM.' We all go nervously to the back wall of the classroom and sir starts picking our seats. 'Grace sit over there with James' i was gutted. Shes the first person i have spoke to here. 'Molly sit next to Ashton at the front.' I went to sit at the front waiting for this boy named 'Ashton' to appear in the seat next to me. Ashton is tall with longish wavy hair with ink running up and down his arms. Hes wearing some band t-shirt which i couldn't make out which band it was.

'Hey, im Molly.' He just ignored me. He flung his rucksack under table then tucking his chair under the desk and flopping his head down on the surface. I look over at Grace miming the word 'help.' 50 minutes of sitting next to a kid who looks like he wants to kill himself everytime he comes to english. To be honest i feel the same.

Thank the lord english is over. I catch up with Grace as shes walking out of the class.We are walking down the corridor talking about how she got the worst person for English to sit next. 'Grace! Did you see who i was sitting next to?' She replies 'YES! Ashton Fucking Irwin! Hes so gorgeous but he would never ever go out with me!' We walk over to a bench outside. 'Why don't you ask him out?' She sits still. 'There's a slight problem with that.. he kinda bullies me.' I'm so confused. A guy like that would never bully someone, hes too lazy. Or maybe he just hates English.

We start talking more about it like how he has been bullying her for over 5 years and she doesnt know why. As we walk to next lesson, one boy catches my eye. Hes standing in the corner of the corridor in a black hoodie and black jeans and some vans. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes. He looks alone.

'Grace, whos that boy in the corner?' She turns to look over to the corner. 'Oh, thats loner Calum or people like to call him Caloner. Just dont talk to him, hes a weirdo.' But something about this 'Calum' kid. I love mysteries and i will find out his.

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At the end of the school day, i tell grace that would see her tomorrow and i start my mission to find this Calum boy. I walk back to the corner where i first saw him, he was still there. I nervously, slowly walk up to him, having small regrets that i should of listened to Grace. But i walk up close and say the first word.

'Hey.' He looks confused and starts to look around him. 'Are you talking to me?' I nod. He replies 'Hey, I'm Calum but you can call me Cal or Caloner.' His face looked sad so i put my hand infront of him. 'I'm Molly, nice to meet you. I will call you Cal.' He looks very confused of why i am talking to him. He gradually slides his hand into mine and we shake. He has a very firm shake and when i look at his face, a smile is beginning to grow. Theres something about him that draws me in but i dont know what. 'Cal,' i say 'That has a nice ring to it.'