(Marcel's POV)
As my alarm clock buzzes.. I get up, brush my hair.. make sure it isn't curly.. wash my face, brush my teeth, put on my glasses.. And put on my sweater, vest, and long pants
When I'm on my way downstairs, I hear my mum talking on the phone.
She looks a little.. serious. But right when she sees me, she starts showering me with compliments.
"Marcel, dear. You look wonderful!"
I nod.
"Thank you mum.. But my collar's chaffing."
Mum sighed, then handed me a new shirt.
"Be Careful with this one, dear.."
I poofed a extra piece of curly hair infront of my face so it wouldn't make my face itch anymore.
(At School.)
Which class did I pick again?
Awh. I'm such a nerd. I always forget things..
I continue walking, knocking on doors, checking if they have a Marcel Styles in their class, then I bump into someone.. Unfortuanetly it isn't a guy.
I turn around, then see a girl with long brown hair, and grass green eyes.
"Oh.. um. sorry."
I heard a slight giggle, then a really high feminine voice replied.
"Haha.. It's fine. My name's Camryn. How about you?"
She put her hand out, probably expecting me to shake it, and I did.
"My name's Ha--- Marcel. Marcel Styles."
I almost told her..
"Well are you okay? Sounds like you had a cough."
I nodded.
"Marcel, you should know something."
"What is it?.."
Does she know?.
"Well your in my english class, and your late! Haha. Mr. Long sent me to come find you."
Atleast she found me at the right time.
"Oh ..Well could you show me where class is?"
She nodded, smiled, and held my hand as she dragged me along.
(Camryn's POV)
I think to myself, 'YAY A NEW FRIEND' As I drag him along the hallways.
His fingers are sweaty! Could he be nervous?
When we reach class, people start staring. But who cares anyways? We're just friends. It's not like anything is going to happen.
