They Don't Know About Us {punk n.h}

1. A Good Start?

Amy's POV

I walked around in my bedroom one last time before I heard my mother walking up the stairs. "Amy, we have to go now" she said, laying her hand on my shoulder. I forced a smile on my face and then followed mom downstairs with my suitcases.

I said a quick goodbye to my dad, not even looking at him. I absolutely was not going to miss him, after everything he had done to me, I didn't see him as a fathrr anymore.

Mom held the door of the taxi open for me to step in. I sighed as I saw my house slowly fading away. I was going to start a new life with mom and Bob, my mother's boyfriend. They were planning on getting married as soon as I felt home in our new house in Mullingar.

The taxi soon arrived at the airport. Mom and I rushed through the sea of people, as she was always afraid that she would be too late.

Finally we sat in our seats on the plane. After a few minutes I fell asleep, which made the plane ride feel much shorter than it was.

As we arrived at the airport in Dublin, and exited the plane, mom spotted Bob standing next to his car, waiting for us. I had met him before, on the day that mom fell in love with him, so I wasn't shy at all.

I entered the back seat of his car and he brought mom and myself to our new home.

next moring

Mom dropped me off in front of my new school "I'll be right here to pick you up after school" she said. I nodded and exited her car. I stepped into the big school and immediately got lost. I was lucky to find the office where they gave me my schedule and a key for my locker.

I went to the lockers and looked up mine. So this will be my locker for the year I thought. I unlocker the locker and swung it open, with more power than I had intended to do. I frowned as I felt a strong force push the locker closed again. I looked up and met the face of a boy, his mesmerising blue eyes were full of lust and he was smirking down on me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. My eyes grew bigger as I examined him, he had piercings in his lower lip and ears and wore a sleeveless demin jacket, showing off the many tattoos that he had on his arms. I could even spot some tattoos on the lower part of his neck and on his hands, his skin was almost totally covered in ink.

"Watch out with that, you could've slammed it in someone's face" he said, smirking at me. The boy was so close to me that I could feel him breathing. I was too shy to say anything back as I looked at the many piercings and tattoos he had. He looked like the kind of person that would kill you with his bare hands if you'd do or say something that he didn't like

He leaned forward, towering over me, he was so close that I could feel him breathing. I had expected a boy looking like him to smell like cigarettes, but instead his breath was fresh and minty. "Do you understand?" he asked, his voice was suddenly different from when he first spoke to me, this time he sounded dangerous in some way, like a warning. "Y-yes" I finally managed to say. "Good" he said before he walked past me, into what I assumed was his group of friends. I noticed everybody else in the hallway staring at me, which made me want to sink into the ground and never come up again. I continued putting my things in my locker, avoiding eye contact with the people who were staring at me and quickly walked away

Seconds later the bell rang and I hurried to find my classroom. I crossed trough the corridor and tripped over my own feet. I fell on the ground in front of a girl, who looked about my age.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked while helping me up. "Yeah" I grabbed my bag and pushed my long brown hair back behind my shoulder. "I'm fine" I said. I turned red as the girl looked at me strangely. "Are you the new girl?" she asked. "Yeah, how did you know?" I asked surprised. "Your accent. I heard that there was an American girl coming to this school and I've never seen you walking 'round before, so I figured you'd be the new one" she explained, slightly chuckling at her last words. "Oh, and I'm Jess by the way" she said, shaking my hand. "I'm Amy" I introduced. "Nice to meet you" Jess said. "Can you help me find my classroom? It's 106, and I have no idea where that is" I asked. "Well, it guess we're in the same class, I have to go there too. Come, follow me!" Jess said with a smile.