My Baby Sister

Chapter 19: Queen Bee

Bon jour! (think that's how you spell it? I dont speak french so......... YOLO!)

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***CHARLOTTES POV***

Finding my way about the school was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

It was a lot bigger than my old school.

I looked around the corridor trying to find someone who could help me find my way to history but everybody was in a rush running past me or ignoring me when I asked for directions.

I was planning on giving up until I saw a girl standing in front of a locker all by herself.

I walked up to her and asked "Um excuse me but I'm kinda lost"

She turned around and looked at me.

Her dirty blond hair had red dip dye at the bottom and she looked about the same age as me.

"Hey I'm Nicole" she says smiling at me.

"Hi, I'm Charlotte but people just call me Charlie for short"

"well Charlie where are you in next?"

I looked back down at my timetable and told her the subject and teacher "Um history with Mr Meechan"

"oh I'm going there next as well. We can walk together"

"ok" I smile and a few seconds later I hear the bell ring indicating that classes had started.

I followed Nicole down the never ending corridors and we just talked about ourselves until we reached a door.

Just before I was about to go in she pulled me to the side,

"Just to pre-warn you but Mr Meechan is really strict, and I mean really strict. He used to be a prison guard so if he tells you something just obey, okay?"

I nod in response and then walk into the classroom to see an older man sitting at his desk at the front.

I walk up to him to tell him that I was new and didn't have a seat.

I stood beside his desk and he turned around to look at me,

"Can I help you child?" he asked in a deep voice.

"yeah, I'm new today and I don't have a seat"

"name?"

"Charlotte"

"Last?"

"Styles"

"Ok miss styles you can sit next to squeaky. Say hi squeaky"

I look around the classroom and find that the only empty seat is next to a boy who was sitting right at the front and he says "Hi"

I go and sit next to him and ask "Is your name actually squeaky?"

He scoffs and replays "Of course it isn't! What kind of Mum would name their child squeaky? My real name is Ben"

"The same mother who would name her kid Princess, Jagger and Elite"