Harper's Pov
I took one last glance into the mirror before heading out the door. The sun beat down on my face. It was a typical spring in Florida.
I wore a white skater skirt and an oversized pink shirt with white heeled booties. My hair was left down in curls, while my makeup was light.
I decided on walking to school instead of taking my bike, considering I had a skirt on; it was also a nice day to just walk.
The streets were pretty quiet other than a few beeps from cars here and there. I lived up a street that was pretty quiet, it was a nice and lovely 'village'. My little brother, Mom and I live in a pretty nice beach house and it was nice to live by the ocean.
As I neared the high school I saw crowds of people in their cliques and whatnot. I tried to stay out of those kind of things. I'm quiet, but can have a voice when I need it. But being picked on and always having the worst of luck was my kind of life.
I pulled the door open to the school and began walking towards the staircase to home room, Miss Burns and then her wonderful history lessons.
I entered the classroom full of other seniors and sat at my usual seat in the back by the window. Miss Burns began talking about our homework assignments and our geography projects that were due at the end of the week. While I done my usual, doodling on a notebook and paying no attention to her whatsoever.
All of the sudden the intercom came over the loudspeaker, making usual announcements. At the end of the announcement the secretary said, "Harper Young would you please come to the office?"
I sat there for a minute, wondering what they could want. Then Miss Burns interrupted my thoughts, "Miss Young, you're excused."
"Thank you," I mumbled grabbing my bag and heading out the door.
All the way to the office I wondered what I would be getting called down for. I stepped into the office and saw an unfamiliar curly, brown haired boy sitting in a seat. He flashed a smile at me and I couldn't help but blush. It made my day just to have someone offer a smile.
I walked towards the secretary lady, Helen, to be exact. "Ah, hello, Harper." She smiled, taking off her glasses.
"Hello Helen, what did you need me for?" I questioned.
She stood up from her desk and walked towards the curly headed boy that looked my age. "This young man needs a tour of the school, and I figured since you are a nice, proper lady, you'd be able to help him out." She grinned, "This here is Harry, he's from England and has transferred to the US for family purposes." She introduced me.
"Hi, I'm Harper," I smiled, shaking his hand.
"Hello Harper, I'm Harry. Nice to meet you." His deep emerald eyes were mesmerizing. His voice was more of deep, raspy British tone, different than I had imagined. A dimple on his left cheek appeared. Curls were framed around his face perfectly, while a beanie hid the rest of his hair.
"Nice to meet you too." I hope I spoke above a whisper.
"Harper, you'll need an excuse from your classes today. Harry here needs a proper tour and once your done with that, he needs to come back down here to get his books. You can help him with that and his locker." She walked back to her desk and handed me a slip of paper. "You'll be needing this then." It was a piece of paper saying that I was excused from my classes and I didn't have to worry about making anything up.
"Thank you Helen." I love that lady. She's always so kind and generous, helping others out.
"Thank you, now you two shoo, you've got business to get done." Helen waved us off.
I heard a little chuckle from Harry as I tried to mutter a goodbye.
"So let's take a look at your schedule shall we?" I smiled at him as he handed me his schedule of classes.
"It says I have Mr. Green for home room and first period...chemistry." He told me.
"Ooo you'll have fun with that." I giggled.
"That bad, eh?" He chuckled.
"Wonderful." My voice full of sarcasm. I walked up the stairs, Harry on my heels, "Mr. Green's classroom is across from my homeroom. So if you needed anything I'll be in history." I informed him.
"Sweet," He fumbled with another piece of paper, before he dropped his backpack on the ground, spilling a few of his notebooks.
"Here, let me help ya," I chuckled, "I've already found something common between us."
"You've been hit with clumsy-idis too, yeah?" He looked up at me.
"And many other made up diseases." I laughed.
I helped him pick up the last of his papers before we had everything back in order. "Your locker should be on this floor. We can check it out if you'd like?" I questioned him.
"That sounds good. I believe Helen wrote down the combination on my schedule." He told me as I looked at the bottom of his schedule.
"Yup! It's locker number 142. Ha! Mines 143." I chuckled.
"We're locker buddies!" Harry giggled.
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