My last lesson was Music, one of the only lessons I actually enjoyed back home, so I had high hopes, despite my hatred for them. "Do you know where you're going?" April asked, her voice the same monotone I'd gotten used to. Her face never changed from a frown, apart from when I'd almost made her laugh, and then I realised how pretty she actually was, without the wrinkles in between her brows and the pout on her lips.
She waved me off as I turned and walked towards the older building of the school, checking my uniform as I walked. I detested the plaid skirt, one of those itchy materials you couldn't cross your legs in, and the white long sleeved shirt was questionably tight. The tie was the only thing I liked, a sky blue colour that matched the sky on sunny days. I bumped into someone, too engrossed in checking out my tie.
"Sorry," I gasped, looking up at the tall boy in front of me.
He skimmed his eyes over mine, and I made eye contact back, worriedly.
"Are you heading to Music?" He asked, one of his eyebrows raising in an arch as he combed his hair back with his hand. I nodded, to intimidated to speak.
"You can talk you know," he snapped.
I raised my eyebrows, "Sorry, sir." I mocked. I knew from his similar blazer and blue tie he was about my age.
He chuckled. "Walk with me."
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isabel (h.s.)
Romantik«she hits like ecstasy.». Isabel is new to the school, with one friend and a boy that she might just be falling in love with, it doesn't sound too bad, until she hears that Harry Styles, the b...
