Bad Crowd [Punk Zayn]

Ch 1: First Day

New town, new country, new continent, new people, new friends, new school,  new beginnings. That's what happens when your dad's job gets transferred to Bradford, England from Atlanta, Georgia, your hometown. Am I excited? Yeah, I guess I am. I get to start over, remove the stereo typical names attached to me in Atlanta, and get

some new ones. I get to make new friends, and try something new. So yeah I'm excited that moved to Bradford I guess. Am I a little sad? Or maybe a lot sad? Yeah, the rest of my family, friends, school, and my home are in Atlanta so to leave it for a completely new county, I'm going to miss it. Am I nervous? Well let's see here... New girl- new American exchange student- in a completely new school, coming in about half way through the year, doesn't know a soul, doesn't know what people are expecting or what I'm expecting for that matter, wondering what the hell I am suppose to expect, hoping I will find a group of friends I can fit in with instead of being a complete outsider and hoping my school year doesn’t seem like something right off of “reality” TV shows. So am I a little nervous for my first day of school? Yeah, you could say that again.

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"Taylor, your breakfast is getting cold!" My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs

"Okay one sec!" I shouted back down to her.

I looked at my refection one more time in my full length mirror on my wall in my new room before opening the door and heading downstairs. Now I'm not usually one for following the fashion trends of the popular girls in school because for one thing- the popular people always kind of hate me because I don't give a shit about their opinion of me, leaving them completely powerless to humiliate me. But I do like looking good to my own standards. I headed down stairs, avoiding a few moving boxes here and there, and made my way to the kitchen, where my mom had already put my breakfast out- eggs, bacon, some strawberries, blueberries, banana and apple slices, knowing my love for fruit. After clearing our dining room table from the boxing with various kitchen items in them, I munched happily on my bacon when my mom turned from the stove to me

"Well don't you look cute," She complimented

I played with a big, navy scarf a little, repositioning it slightly so it won't drip into my eggs

"You like it?" I asked

My mom nodded. She and I had always been quite the fashionistas, especially since she is a fashion designer.

"I think the scarf gives it some texture and looks very nice with the white dress. Speaking of which, where did you get the scarf? I don’t think I’ve seen that one yet."

"Sam made it for me before I left," I explained

"Sam or Samantha?" Asked my mom, knowing I have a guy friend named Sam too.

"Yes mom, Sam knitted a scarf for me, because that's what every huge football player with five older brothers does in their free time." I remarked sarcastically

"You never know with Sam," my mom muttered, sitting down next to me with her own plate of food

I rolled my eyes

"Samantha made it."

"You excited for your first day?" My mom asked

"Yeah, nervous too," I admitted

As much as I like a good change of scenery, I also get very intimidated by it.

"Don't worry sweet heart- you are friendly, and make friends fast. You tend to find that one group of friends who don’t mind standing out."

I guess I could be called an "outsider". I had my own group of friends who hated the popular people because they are all two faced jerks who flirt with the guys constantly, and just annoyed the hell out of us at my school in Atlanta. We have come to find that their only edge is blackmail and humiliation so people keep how they act in check. Me and my friends didn’t give a damn about everyone else opinion of us, and in most people eyes (including our own), we were the "weird kids" because we did the stuff everyone was too scared of doing because they didn't want to be humiliated or whatever. We found that this also made school a lot less stressful and messing around a whole lot more fun. After a few minutes of silence I asked