Antisocial [h.s]

First Day: 1

Today: a fresh start at a high school. Where I'll meet new friends and see my old ones. Waking up today was easier than I thought, I was up at the first tone of my alarm. I took a shower and took my time to shave and clean my hair.

All done, I took my makeup kit and started with the whole process of makeup. I made my eyeliner a bit smaller than usual but it'll work for today. Applying the last of the finishing powder, I sighed and realized I had five to ten minutes extra. So I quickly changed and curled the ends of my hair to match the black skinny jeans along with my white shirt, I threw a green olive shirt so I had a little color and grabbed my black vans. Before I forget, I need a twenty from my savings then I headed out the door with a bag full of food and utensils.

While waiting for the bus, my mom texted me, *Good Luck, be on time and don't stress:)* The bus was supposed to be there around 6:45[a.m] but it got here around 7o'clock that resulted in being late. Great. I grabbed an apple and some granola bar for later, seeing today was going to be a long day. Inside the school was pretty big and yes I felt like I was going to get lost but I'd probably get used to this space in no time. I saw my schedule for this school year and headed to my first period, Algebra. The one thing I hate most about school is math. Its so complicated, so hard to even process this early in the morning. I will probably change my schedule later, because this isn't going to work out.

Entering the class you see a small man, a bit chubby and talks way too much. Later learning his name, about his family and his age.

Hearing Mr. B talk on and on about how he doesn't mind if we bring food, just as long as he doesn't see any on the floor for about 45 minutes will probably give you a near death experience. For gods sake, please let this bell ring soon.

God must of heard my prayers because five minutes later the bell rings and I grab my stuff and head out. "See you tomorrow, Any questions and come to me. I'd be glad to help." Mr. B's nose hair is way too long, he needs a good nose trimmer.
I chuckle to myself and take my schedule out, Culinary. I like learning this, food is always great so I hope we get cooking soon.

The walk to the class was a bit stressful, well because I got lost about three times. The bell rung as soon as I got to the door, and the teacher, Bronson, as he likes to be called tells me not to worry, it was only the first day. I walk in and take a seat. A girl, I now know her as Kas, smiles at me and I return the nice gesture. "Okay! Listen up freshies, I know you probably are scared little kids trying not to get wooped today but in my class I like to mess with people, now I'm not saying I'm going to send someone to beat you up, just letting you know I'm sarcastic." I chuckle at his statement. His brown hair is lifted above his head and his chubby body makes his way over to some papers. "Take those back and pass around. Make sure everyone has one." He hands the paper to a girl with shoulder length hair and she takes one and passes it back, so on.

The papers finally get to me and I take one, passing it back, reading what it says. Welcome to culinary I, the paper was long paragraphs explaining what this classes where about. Everyone scanned the paper and a boy with short blonde hair raised his hand. "Yes." Bronson called on him. "Do we need to sign this and bring it back to you? Or ?" His face held an questionable expression. "Its an agreement to all the safety expectations for this class, so yes you would have to bring it back to me." The boys face nodded and proceeded to read the paper. "Any questions so far?" Everyone looked around.

Bronson was a good teacher, was very sarcastic and funny as hell. As the time went by it was finally time to leave second period, I checked and made sure where I was going. The room number was 208, Geography, Williams. I headed upstairs and walked down the hall until I found the room. My friend, Arabella, was in that class and she looked at me with wide eyes and said, "Please, please tell me you're in this class. I have no one in first or second." Her eyes where desperately trying to hold me here. "I have the class next door, I'm sorry." I couldn't keep a straight face and cracked a smile. "You liar! You're here right?" I nodded and hugged her hello. "I got lost going to second, it was embarrassing." I nervously laughed and she nodded. "Same." She laughed a bit and then the teacher clapped her hands, telling us to shush. "Good Morning Freshies." Great we're going to get called that by everyone. "Morning." I said quietly, there was nothing good about it.

As she ranted on about her class rules and how she's allergic to perfume and that's why she doesn't wear it because it makes her face blow up. Usual class Blabber. Arabella and I just continued to look at each other with awkward face expressions. Soon enough, the bell rang and we headed to fourth. The halls where packed with teenagers trying to get to their classes.
Luckly, Arabella and I had a class across each others, so we agreed to meet up after this class was done. This class was decorated in a vintage theme and the windows where open, letting us see the people walking by. I sat in the back as per usual. Later finding out that Natalie, a girl I used to socialize with, has the same class so I said hello. "How have you been?" She put her binder down and sat down. "Tired." I laughed a little and I looked to the door. A boy with a white loose shirt and back skinny pants and vans walked in and put his head down. His chestnut curls fell over his shoulder. Was he okay? I turned back to Nati a d asked her how she was and how her summer went.

Mrs. Smithson introduce herself and we all said hello. The boy with the chocolate curls head was still down, but he was looking at the teacher. I started to dose off and stare at him, he looked so tense and ... sad. I wonder what happened to him to make him feel like that, or what was his name.

Guys I have to call Roll, so if I say your name wrong please don't hate me, I'm just learning your names.
"Hailey?" "Here!"
"Austin?" "Here!"
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"Sarah?" My head snaps up, "Here ma'am." I say raising my hand. "Thank you." I smile at her and set my phone face down.
"Harry?" I stare at the boy and he says here with a raspy voice raising his hand slightly. Wow. He's speechless, his jaw was well structured, his voice was deep, very deep. His hands where beautiful. As for his facial features. He was truly beautiful.

Whats up, so like I'm basing this on this kid in my school who looks SO MUCH LIKE HARRY AND IS JUST LIKE I WILL DESCRIBE HIMIN THIS STORY. MAN I LOVE HIM. other than that, this story is AU and all rights are reserved for CurlyHarrysBalls® Okay bye.
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