"I don't understand why you want me to go right before summer begins."
I pulled my boots on, slinging my bag over my shoulder. My mother stood in front of me, a disposable camera in her hand. She lifted it to take another picture, my fingers blocking my face from the lens. It was the middle of May, almost the entire school year had already passed.
She huffed, "I just want you to make some friends! Can't blame a mom for trying, Rosie!"
Moving to Sydney would have been fine if it was a small town somewhere in America, but moving across the globe to Australia? No thanks.
"Okay, I'll call you when I get out of hell," I said, slipping my headphones in before she could yell at me about calling my education such a bad place. But who am I kidding? I'd rather go to hell than school, they're much too similar.
When my father got a job offer to be the CEO of his prior company, he took it immediately. What he later found out was that the headquarters was in the suburbs of good ol' Aussie land. Fantastic.
After packing up everything and leaving my hometown, I was scared. I had only ever lived in one house, in one town, in one country, I had the same group of friends from preschool to the 12th grade, and it all went to shit because of a job location.
After checking in with the office, the secretary gave me a timetable with a locker combination and number.
Walking down every possible hallway, I finally found locker number 472, turning the lock till it opened. I decided that I should personalize my small space of privacy in this big ass school, placing a picture of my friends and I from back home. (Guess it's not really my home anymore.)
I sighed, putting my bag in my locker. I yanked out my math textbook and notebook, digging to find a pencil. I was about to close the door when something caught my eye, or should I say someone.
Six lockers down, a white-haired boy opened his locker. The inside of his locker had different pictures of bands, a few stickers and even a small mirror.
He was dressed nicely, black jeans and boots adorning his legs. His shirt was white, "Metallica" written across it with a logo design. His jean jacket was a few sizes too big, hanging loosely on his shoulders. He turn away from me slightly, typing on his phone. My eyes drifted down his back, realizing something strange.
The denim of his coat was ripped in two vertical spots, hand stitching done to keep it closed. It was as if something had cut through it, like a knife or maybe a tree branch, but twice?
His eyes shot up from his phone, looking through the small mirror which happened to be directly aimed at me. I hadn't had a chance to really take in his handsome face, my reddened cheeks turning to hide in my small locker. Caught in the act of eye-fucking on the first day, nice one Rose.
I shut the locker quickly, books in hand as I walked down the hall. I wished the embarrassment would have kept my eyes forward, but I turned my head to look at him again. This time he was looking right back at me.
He smiled.
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okay super short intro thing anyways, this used to be a series on tumblr but I am switching it up and I'm making it longer and into a fanfic! If you're from tumblr I am so sorry for changing up how it begins, but I promise it'll be better!
Love Madison x
