We Were Meant To Be

Chapter one

My alarm got off for school, and it was 6:15am. So I turned the alarm off and got out of bed. Well, almost. When I sat on my bed, I stretched my back and gasped. I didn't sleep very much tonight, but then I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to put on some makeup. Today I had black eye-shadow, a little grey eye-shadow, a little, little white eye-shadow, eyeliner, mascara, tiny fake lashes, skin toned rouge and blood red lipstick. When I got done with putting my makeup on, I straightened my hair for about 20 minutes.

I walked downstairs, and nobody was there, but my parents were probably sleeping. I mean; would they really get to work at 7:15am? They're not off for work until 9:30am! Anyhow; so I took a bowl, filled it with yoghurt and cereals, and drank orange juice to that. And I ate it in like a quarter. When I got done eating my breakfast, I'd put my dishes in the dishwasher and got to my room to dress up for today. I'd put on one of my Guns N Roses shirts, black, ripped, waist-high jeans and a pair of grey socks. After I got dressed I'd pack my things for school in my backpack (which I sewed a big Black Sabbath-patch on) and got downstairs, again. But this time to put on my jacket and shoes.

As I went to the hallway, I saw the clock on the white wall. It was 7:45am, and my parents were up.
- Don't be late for school, Ciara, my mom said carefully.
- Don't worry, mom, I'm gonna be in school at least five minutes before we start, I answered while putting on my 5-inch high platform-shoes. As soon as I've put on my shoes, I'd put on my black, thin, skin jacket. I looked out over the hallway for a second before I took my backpack and got off for school.

I went outside the house, and the weather was pretty good, honestly. The sun was shining, it wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold either, and the trees started to get leafs again. Yes, it was in the middle of April. Only one and a half month before the summer break. Anyhow; I started walking towards my school, and people around me stared at me for the way I dressed, and my ice-blue hair. But honestly, I didn't care at all. I am proud of being myself.

As soon as I entered the school, it was ten minutes left until we started. And people laughed at me, pointed at me, stared at me or talked about me behind my back. But I'd let that be, because I've never really cared about people who's bullying other people for being different. But oddly enough - there was that guy that didn't point at me, stare at me, laugh at me or talk about me behind my back. He just stood there. And did absolutely nothing. I doubted about going to him, but after a minute I decided to get to him just to say "hi".
I came to him.
- Hi, I said with a happy, but yet calm voice.
- Oh, hi, the guy said shyly.
- Are you new here? I asked him.
He swallowed some spit.
- Yes, I am, he answered honestly.
- Oh, nice! I said with a happy voice. I remember when I was new here. No good memories, to be honest!
I laughed a little bit.
- So what's your name? I asked.
- Brian, Brian Warner, he answered. What's your name?
- Oh, I'm Ciara, Ciara Collins! Nice to meet you! I said nicely and reached my hand to his.
- Nice to meet you too, Brian answered honestly.
Now a teacher came.
- Oh, I see you've met our new student, Ciara! the teacher said. This is Brian.
- Yes, I know. We just met and he introduced himself to me, I said.
- I see, the teacher said. But Brian, come here. I'll take you inside, so I can introduce you to the rest of the class, and so you can introduce yourself to the rest of the class.
- See you soon, Brian, I said.
- See you soon, Brian replied.

"He's so cute!", I thought. "I mean; black, long hair, a lip piercing, tattoos and he's so thin too."
That means, I'm in love with the new guy in school.