*beep beep*
The noise of my alarm woke me from sleep.
I dragged me feet out of bed and hopped in the shower. I still had a little blood from last nights happenings under my nails.
Turning the shower off I dryed my hair, and threw on my school uniform. Hurridely easting my breakfat, I grabbed my keys and left for school.
The school I attend is small and has a reputation for being a bad school. The pupils are complete dicks and if I could get away with it, I would kill each fucker with my bare hands. Shaking the thought out of my head, I entered the school gates and met some of my 'friends' outside of the form room.
Poppy was talking about some boy she thinks has a crush on her as usual. I mean that girl is so vain she thinks everyone loves her. I hate her so much, it is a physical struggle not to stab that bitch everytime I see her. She flicked her dark blonde hair off her shoulder and started talking to my other 'friend' rose about some party she attended over the weekend.
Rose herself is a giant backstabber, always talking about other people behind their back. Sometimes I feel like the only normal person in this school, but then I remember what a murderous sadist I really am. Its not my fault I enjoy to see people suffer, its their fault for being such uncaring fucks.
"Eliza, why didn't you come the party on saturday?" Poppy asked.
I mentally rolled my eyes, and put on a fake smile as usual."I told you, party aren't my thing and I don't like being around a load of drunk people."
"Stop being so anti-social! God eliza you are such a bore."
I shrugged my shoulders as the bell went and I walked to first lesson which was music. I entered the classroom and sat in my usual spot in the corner. I put in my earphones as the classroom started filling up with pupils. Grabbing my bass, I started playing a few random notes too warm up.
A tap on my shoulder made me jump in surprise. Taking my earphone out and looking up, I saw my music teacher standing above me. "Eliza, we have a new pupil who is just getting his guitar, his name is morgan. Could you possibly practise a little with him?"
I nodded my head and put my earphones away to greet this morgan boy.
"Ah this is him." Mr smith said.
I looked as he entered the doorway. He was really cute. He had this sort of messy black hair, hazel eyes and a silver lip ring in the corner of his mouth. He looked about 5 foot 8 and he sat down on the seat next to me.
He seemed kinda shy and wouldn't look me in the eye when I spoke to him.
"So what kind of music you in to?" I asked.
"Er... My chemical romance, nirvana, the misfits, kings of leon, the cure, paramore and bouncing souls." He muttered. A slight blush fell across his cheeks. He looked so adorable when he did that. NO! Stop thinking these thoughts Eliza! I mentally slapped myself.
I must have been blushing myself, as soon as I looked up, morgan was looking at me funny. "Well do you know how to play smells like teen spirirt?" I asked trying to compose myself. He nodded and started playing the first few chords, and I joined in on my bass.
When the bell went for next lesson, I grabbed my stuff and left the classroom straight away. Morgan barely talked to me, and seriously did I do something wrong? And why the hell am I annoyed about some stupid boy I barely know not talking to me? Maybe its because he looks different to the other boys. Yeh that's probably the reason, and he seems kinda punk rock so he will probaly talk to the 'emos' or something. Although I adore punk rock, I don't look it much. I don't dye my hair some insane colour, its my natural dark brown.
I entered the spanish classroom and look who is stting in my seat.
Morgan.
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A/N: so this is short but I wanted to do a little update in her life a bit and this is based in england and she is 16 in year 11. Next chapter might be more gory.
