Dandelions (A One Direction FanFic)

School is in Session

Elizabeth's POV

Actually, the bus ride wasn't boring. It was really fun! We told jokes, played games,talked about anything and everything. I found out that his name is Harry Styles and that he's new to this town too. I told him that my name was Elizabeth Chester and that we just moved from Birmingham to London. Unfoutunately, our bus was pulling into the school lot just as we finished a last laugh. "Looks like our stop." I said, passing over a small smile. He flashed me a wide grin. "I like talking to you, Elizabeth." he said, I felt my stomach explode with butterflies! "We should talk again. Meet me by the swings at recess." "Wouldn't miss it!" I joked. We both giggled as the bus came to a stop. I swung my backpack over my shoulder, accidentally letting a deep sigh escape my lips. "What's wrong?" He asked with wide eyes. "Oh nothing 's just I don't really have any other friends or people I know besides you. I'm going to be lonely all day!" I stuck out my bottom lip, pouting. "Awww yea me too...say, what teacher do you have?" He asked. " Ms. Bell." I replied. "Really? Me too!" We both broke into fits of laughter and we had no idea why but it continued all the way to the class room. Harry and I both made sure to get seats right next to eachother. "Welcome to third grade, boys and girls! My name is Ms.Bell. I'm sure we're going to have lots of fun this year, right?" "Yes, Ms.Bell." We all replied simultaneously. "Oh! Nothing like starting off the new year with a class full of good students! All right, today we're going to all draw a picture of our family. Then, when I call your name you're going to come up here and tell us about your family okay? Now I need a few volunteers to pass out paper and crayons..." Many kids shot their hands in the air but I just sat there. 'What was I going to draw?' I thought. I only have my mother who adopted me (she never had a husband but didn't want to die alone hince hince me) should I draw my foster family...no...I was going to make something up.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize Harry staring at me. "Are you all right?" He sounded worried so I gave him a huge ear-to-ear smile and said "Fine, how's your drawing coming along?" "Almost finished. You?" "Uhhh yea! mine's almost finished too..."

"Okay, everyone! Crayons down! First up is uhhh...Jeremy Akins!" A Short boy with dark hair and glasses stood up and began to walk towards the front of the room. He told us about how every morning his mom cooks stacks and stacks of pancakes (I noticed he was a little chubby) and how every night the whole family helps cook,then, they sit down together and talk pleasently while they eat supper. How I would give anything to have his family...to be an Akin or anybody else......He sat down quitely while the class applauded. "Very good, Jeremy. Now, would Alica please come up?" And so fourth it went until my name was called. Harry gave me a quick smile and oh how I would've loved to stay back there with him instead of lie to people I barely know. "Okay, sweetie, whenever you're ready." I took a deep breath and began. " This is my mom." I pointed to a drawing of a girl with dark hair. "She reads me bedtime stories every night and always tells me sweet dreams." Not true. She never reads me bedtime stories, I just say I'm going to bed and she gives some sort of grunt as a response. She never tells me sweet dreams... "And this is my dad." I pointed to a drawing of a boy with brown hair. "He's a really good cook and tells jokes all the time." Once again, not true. The last man who I could've called 'dad' did many things a parent should never do. He never had a sense of humor. "That's my family!" I had decided not to bring brothers or sisters into this considering that was much easier to prove wrong. "Lovely! Let's see who's next....." "That was wonderful, Elizabeth." Harry whispered as I sat back down. "Thanks, Harry." I whispered back.

During our stars lesson, our principal came in to I guess 'chat with us'? I don't know that's what he called it but I think it was more of 'laying down the rules' chat. He was a fat, sweaty looking man. He was practically bald except for a few thin strands combed over to one side, you could see pit stains through his yellowish-whiteish shirt and what looked to be a new stain (possibly coffee?) on his red-striped tie. His name was Mr.Pinnski. He kept talking on and on. I zoned out not even midway. A little nudge on my elbow pulled me back down to Earth. I looked at my arm and saw a note being handed over to me. Who did the hand that the note was attached to belong? Harry. He gave me a sneaky smile before I took it. I made sure nobody had seen,it didn't seem like anybody did, so I slowly unfolded the little pice of paper.

He had written some not-so-nice things about Mr.Pennski. It was really hard not to laugh out loud and I'm pretty sure I looked ready to faint. "Is there something wrong,Ms.uhhhh Chester?" I looked up to see Mr.Pennski looking at me. He looked creepy. "Uh n-no..." I could feel the color leave my face. "What's that in your hand?" He asked, as if he didn't know! "Uhhh n-nothing..." Shoot! He was going to know for sure! "Bring it up here, please." I walked slowly to the front of the class room. Oh no... "I'll take that!" He snatched it away. 'Meanie!' I shouted at him....in my head. Every second was so painful! Did he seriously read that slow? When he was finally finished he cleared his throat and spoke. "Who gave this note to you?" I could tell he was hurt by Harry's words. Wussy. "Uhhh..." I tried not to look at Harry. "I did-" I began to say but was cut off by Harry's voice. "I did it!" He yelled. And Mr. Pennski looked angrier and more hurt than ever.