School. I hate it with a passion.
It was a dreadful Monday morning. Currently 5:47 a.m., and i have no idea what the hell to do.
Might as well get ready I thought to myself.
I quickly showered, and dried my long, light blue hair afterwards. I brushed my teeth and walked back to my room. I grabbed my black SLAYER t shirt and my ripped black skinny jeans and my hightop vans and quickly dressed. My wavy hair finally controlled itself and i put it in a high ponytail, making my plugs and my neck tattoo very visible. I applied some eyeliner and mascara and even some dark colored lipstick and walked to the kitchen to get myself some cereal.
After breakfast, I got my keys and headed out, backpack on, and ready to sleep in school.
Then i remembered. We're going to be assigned partners in History today.
The school wasn't that far. About a 10 minute drive. I parked in the lot and started to reach for my bad until some stupid dipshit ran past me and slammed the door shut on my fingers.
"Fuck! Bloody hell. Who the hell-" I was cut off by a guy around my age quickly apologizing to me.
"Oh no, no, no, no! I'm so sorry. Oh my gosh. Im so sorry-" By then my fingers were purple and swollen. Probably broken aswell.
"Stop fucking apologizing and help me you dipshit! Call someone! Oh no, this is hurting so much ahh!" What the hell just happened. Why am i hurting. This hardly even hurts. Just looking at my fingers and all that blood is making me naucious and dizzy.
"Hello- yea yea- No a car door slammed shut on her fingers by accident - yes sir- Melbourne Rose High School- by the back parking lot- Michael Clifford- Okay thank you."
Fuck you Michael Clifford.
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FanfictionCalum was your average 17 year old punk dude at school Ashley was your average 17 year old punk girl at school when the two find themselves as partners in History class for a project, things turn around and they go from strangers, to lovers.
