06:45. It's the first day back to school, but I have just joined a new school.
St.Martin's secondary is a school for snobs. It is so posh and massive. The giant of all schools, the snobs of all snobs and I just don't want to go to this school. All my friends were in my old school and I had to leave them behind. I didn't even get a proper good bye. I was rushed over to London. All my friends are back in Manchester and when my mum and dad split up I was forced to move houses and I didn't just miss my friends I missed my brother too. I loved Jacob and he was only 6 months old when I had to leave. I was heart broken. I felt tears well up every time I thought of him. I brushed those thoughts away, though it wasn't easy.
I clambered out of bed like a zombie from a grave. I still hadn't woken up properly when my mum rushed through my room.
"Nicole? Are you up? Are you excited? I'm excited!.." She kept talking but I stopped listening after are you excited. Was I excited? No. Definitely not. Why would I be? I literally just arrived in London leaving my friends and home and family behind. My mum is always saying that I will make new friends and I have her and that I need to get used to this house but I know it will never be the same. Never.
She walked out of the room feeling defeated. She could really talk for hours on end. She could probably talk for England.Never mind England. America. Definitely America.
I looked over to my alarm clock again. 06:54. I realized I had to hurry up to get to school on time. I know they start at 09:00 but registration starts at 08:45. I quickly slipped on my favourite muse t shirt that I cropped when I was a bit younger, I slithered into my black, ripped jeans and dismissed my alarm to leave the house. WAIT. ALARM TO LEAVE FOR SCHOOL. I quickly slipped my black converse on, tied my hair back into the tightest pony tail on the universe, such an emo fringe in front of my face literally covering it, grabbed my blazer and ran down stairs to my mum. I told her we had to leave and then my mum and I got into the car swiftly and soundly.
While I was in the car I realized I hadn't put any makeup on. I put some eye shadow on and and eyeliner just for today.
Wow I looked really emo today, black eyeliner, black eyeshadow, raven black 'emo' fringe covering my entire face. Yep. I liked the look of it anyway, but sometimes I wish I could cut all my hair of just leave the fringe.
I jumped out of the car a couple blocks from the school, so that my mum didn't drop me into school. THAT IS LITERALLY SOCIAL SUICIDE.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting out of the car, you idiot, going into school with your mum is social suicide, plus it's no good for the new girl either!" Right then she pulled over and wished me good luck. On what? Making new friends? Meeting nice teachers? No one will like me. I'm just a girl that was forced to leave her home, go to a new school, have to get a ride to school because there is no bus that comes her way, had leave family behind. I have to admit, I'm a lose, lose.
I was thinking if I would actually make a genuine friend or a fake who just likes my stuff.
While I was thinking I literally just bumped into someone. All of my thoughts cleared after I saw the look of him.
Chocolate brown eyes, tan-ish skin, dark, brown 'emo' style fringe. He was absolutely gorgeous.
"Oh sorry, I didn't see you there." He had a Manchester sort of accent. It made me miss home even more. I felt tears well up. Then I couldn't stop them from flowing from my eyes. Tear by tear, sob by sob.
He pulled me into a hug.
"What's wrong? What did I do to upset you?"
"Your accent. I-It reminds me of my old h-home, where I-I used to live." I sobbed into his t-shirt. I felt so bad:
A. Because I only just met him and
B. Because it was a muse shirt. O my God. Muse was one of my favourite bands. Along with MCR, FoB, P!ATD, SWS and many more.
I felt horrible for crying into his t-shirt.
"Sorry, I just really miss home. I was forced to move to London because my mum and dad split up. I had to leave my friends behind, my dad and my brother and now I have to go to a school full of snobs that absolutely love themselves! I just don't want to live on this earth anymore!" I literally screammed that last part. I was really angry and upset, like this built up anger just spewed out of me like a volcano.
"It's alright, you have as a friend. Well um, I think. Right?"
I thought for a bit. What if he actually is nice? He does like muse, then we can have something to talk about, right?
"Um, yeah I guess. You do like muse and everything and seem really nice, so why not?"
He did a mini fist bump as to say he felt accomplished. He had finally made a friend.
"I'm Dan. By the way, I do have another friend, in case you were wondering."
"Nicole. I thought I was like a new friend you had just made."
"Do you want me to walk you to your school. You said they were the snob of all snobs. Right? So is it okay?"
"Um yeah."
We only made some small talk on the way. It was like a twenty minute walk. I walked into the grounds and he followed me.
"You go to this school? So do I. I only started this school last week. I moved from Manchester. Oh how much I hate it here!"
"Manchester? Really? That's where I'm from!" Another thing we have in comon.
