Face to Face

Chapter 1

"Honey, are you nearly ready for school?" My mother shouted up to be.
"Yes mum I'm coming!" I said taking one last look in the mirror at the outfit i chose for school. My black, ripped, skinny jeans clung tightly to my legs while my black crop top and checked flannel complemented my bold green eyes. My dark brown hair was loosely curled and bounced off my shoulders as I walked out of my room.

Clara, my best friend, stood at the bottom of the stairs twirling her long dirty blonde hair around her small petit fingers, while talking to my brother, Sam. When I say talking, I mean flirting.
"Hey girl!" I shouted down the stairs to Clara. She turned away from Sam and ran up the stairs squealing.
"Blair! I've missed you! How was your holidays?" She asked excitedly as she pulled me into a bear hug, sneezing all the air out from inside me. I pulled her away grabbing her hand and dragging her down the stairs Into the living room.
"Missed you too babe! My holidays were shit... I got dragged to my grans to help her paint her garden shed." I said as I grabbed my Doc Martens staring to put them on. Once the laces were tied and I had grabbed my bag I walked into the kitchen, grabbed an apple and said goodbye to my Mum.
"We better get going then. Wouldn't want to miss the first day of school!" I said sarcasm dropping from my voice. I opened the door and walked to Clara's car, with her following very closely behind me.
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"Back at this shithole again" Clara said unbuckling her seatbelt and taking the keys out of the ignition. "What have you got first?" She asked grabbing her planner from her backpack.
"English I think. Miss Jones." I answered with a huff. I hate English with a passion. "You?" I asked her. She shuffled through her planner trying to find the timetable that we all received in the mail last week.
Finally she answered, "History, Mrs Smith." She said with a bored face as she quickly put her planner back in her bad and we both got out the car.
We pushed the doors of the school open simultaneously making everyone look our way. The scared looks and wonderment in most of the students faces were hilarious. You see. I'm classed as the 'Bad Girl' around these parts and no one, I repeat no one, wants to get on the wrong side of me.