Shattered To The Ground

Twelve

I woke up in a lovely winter morning. The snow fell from the sky of Seattle, and I knew it was still a normal average school day. But you know, it is almost Christmas. IT'S DECEMBER.

I got up and I went to grab my macbook and open my Spotify playlist. I played my "Christmas Classics" playlist and the first song was "Jingle Bell Rock" I LOVE THIS SONG. It reminds me of Mean Girls.

I went to the bathroom to take a bath and get ready. After that, I looked at the mirror to check everything. I wore skinny denim jeans and black sweater that says "1-800-Hotline-Bling" in white letters. I let my hair down, the bottom curled, and I kept it simple, just light pink lipstick and blush. I grabbed back pack, and went to school.

When I went inside the school gates, Beckett, immediately surprised me with a tight hug, and he whispered to my ears softly "Where have you been?" He felt heavy, I can smell his lovely cologne, I felt his heart beating faster than sound, and his breathe warmer than ever.

"Fatigue." I answered "But I'm okay." I backed away slowly, smiling awkwardly at him, I waved at him goodbye "GOODBYE BRIT SHIT, SEE YOU IN MATH CLASS. OH WAIT, YOU NEVER GO TO MATH CLASS. ANYWAYS, GOOD BYE!!" I walked out embarrassed slowly realizing he hugged me for a long amount of time.

AND FUCK. That Brunette bitch be spreading rumors right now.

I sighed, I walked inside the academy halls, going to my locker. But before I could get close to my locker. SATAN, I mean, Stephen, blocked my way. "Hey honey, you are with that British Fucker?" I looked at him, an not-interested look plastered on my face "You mean Beckett. He's pretty nice, but we're not together." He smirked, other girls would think it was hot but I'd actually vomit right in front of him. But I would't, because that would be disgusting.

"So..."
"So?"
"We could work it out?"
"Ew no, get away from me you asshole."
"Whatever."

Stephen smirked, and he winked, I pushed him away and I went towards my locker. I looked back to him and see him mouthing 'My type of gal.' or girl, I don't know. I don't even care. I seriously could've vomited right in front of him.

I turned around, disgusted, I grabbed all my books and went o my class. I saw my teacher, Sir. Bates, my math teacher. Here's some funny shit my classmates invented. They call him "Master Bates" get it? It's freaking funny, if you were probably perverted enough to understand.

"Oh Ms. Parker, you seem to be late again, do you have a good excuse?" Many excuses went through my mind. Excuses such as My dog ate my homework, My printer broke, my brother got hit by a car, my dad died last night. The last one, I wish it was true. "No sir, none. No excuses at all." Master Bates, I mean, Mr. Bates, nodded. "Since you're such a good student, I will let you stay and don't even go to detention. Ms. Parker, sit down."

I chuckled softly, I sat down to my chair. I brought out my notebook and pretend I'm writing notes, but in reality, I'm seriously doodling and crap. I did this routine in the end of school. I went to walk back home.

After a death march to home, I heard two British voices. Did Ethan invite to British guys over or something? I opened our front door, seeing Ethan, watching Youtube. Watching Youtube is probably one of his daily routines. "What ya watching?" I asked while walking over to him. I took a glance at his iPad mini, seeing two white guys, with whiskers on their noses. And not gonna lie, they're hot. "Dan and Phil." He answered, keeping his eye to the two cat-human hybrid guys trapped in his iPad. "Oh." I mumbled.

They're hot. Really hot. And I'm not kidding.

Third Person's POV

Beckett smiled happily as he went home, kissing his mom's cheek as he went home and hugging his dad. They had a house. Not just a house, a castle. They're house was luxurious, it's like when you go there, it was heaven. Beckett went upstairs, he was smart and kind. Beckett was everything you could ask for, but he acted completely the opposite at school.

He was inlove. Inlove with a girl who he met for only a few days. Beckett buried his face in a pool of pillows, he chuckled like there's no tomorrow.

Beckett couldn't imagine a world without her. A world without the girl he like for only a few days.

But no, he tried to stop himself. But he really could not.

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HELLO!! So no, Trinity is not going to meet neither Dan nor Phil. And no the character nor the author does have an obsession with British people. M'kay bye.