L is for Love

Chapter 1

Monday mornings. Honestly, who created them? Nobody likes them. We’d all rather be in bed doing nothing (or at least I would). Especially when you went to the school I went to Greenfields High School. The name seemed so bright and refreshing; however in reality it wasn’t. It was filled with drab and dreary corridors that seemed to echo the colossal enthusiasm of its students and staff. I was being sarcastic if you hadn’t already guessed. So this was me, Rebecca Quill, here for yet another week in hell. 

It wasn’t all bad though. My gang of crazy yet amazing mates made this place all bearable.

I sat in my English class watching each fraction of movement the hands made, praying for the time to flash by. English with Mrs Blake was enough to make anybody die of boredom at the best of times but today when I just wanted the lesson to be over so I could break free from the classroom, it was worse than ever. It was something to do with Pre 19th century English literature but it was that tedious that I wasn’t really paying much attention. Thankfully I managed to perk up just before Mrs Blake asked me to read a paragraph of the handout. I finished my piece and looked almost immediately up and the clock. Three minutes? It must be more than three minutes it had to have been at least 7 minutes since I last checked.

I was brought back to reality when our tiresome teacher asked my Amy to read a paragraph. Amy however was still dreaming away whilst sketching little patterns on the side of her notebook, oblivious to her teacher’s wishes. I nudged her; she jumped as though she’d just experienced that feeling you get when you’re just falling asleep and you feel like your falling. She was now alert and rather startled. I whispered “Paragraph three” to her and indicated on my sheet whereabouts we were. She half smiled at me, thanking me for my actions. She knew as I did, if I hadn’t have nudged her she would still be there dreaming to herself, blissfully unaware of her surroundings. That was typical of Amy; don’t get me wrong she wasn’t thick by any standards, in fact quite the opposite but once she went into daydream mode that was it there was no getting her out.

I looked round at my other two friends Emily and Jasmine, they had obviously seen what had happened because they were smirked and looking in mine and Amy’s direction. However Mrs Blake hadn’t picked up on the incident and continued ‘teaching’. Lacey Everett also seemed unaware; she had other things on her mind. She was texting on her Blackberry under the table. The probably recipient was Adam McKenzie. I had heard her talking to him just before I reached class. She was one of those sad people that did the whole “No you hang up, no you hang up, I love you too babes” thing, something I find really petty and rather sickening.

Finally after reading the endless paragraphs of nothing, class was finally over. I shoved my notes and file into my brown leather bag, not caring as to what state they were in and subconsciously promising myself that I would file them later. Something that was always said but never done and then panicked about when it came to revising for exams at the end of the year. I didn’t care about exams right now I had much bigger fish to fry, the sixth form party. Or rather what I was going to wear to it. I walked into the dilapidated building we call the sixth form block and I could see the horror painted over my best friend Jason’s face. He knew what was coming because it was a tradition I apposed on him before any party that I went to. I sat down on the table next to him and slumped my bag down on to the floor before sighing deeply.

“Let me guessed,” he said droning before looking up at me and raising his eyebrows “you don’t have anything to wear to the sixth form party?”

“But I don’t! I’m going to end up looking like a frump especially next to Cassie Donovan and Karen Hay”

They were the super stylish and popular girls that everyone either worshiped or feared ...or worshiped through fear. Cassie Donovan was an all-round bitch that dated the hottest guys in school. All the guys would swarm around her and try to date her because they knew that if they did then they’d be guaranteed some sort of status. But it was a different matter for the girls, they all hated her because she would attempt to lure their boyfriends and crushes just out of spite and because she could. Karen Hay on the other hand was bearable and actually rather nice but because she hung around with Cassie it gave her a bad name and she wasn’t particularly liked.

“But you have loads of clothes Becks! You say this every time and you always end up wearing something. So you must have clothes”

He did have a point but this didn’t solve the dilemma, like always I hadn’t a clue as to what to wear. I may have a wardrobe bursting with clothes but I didn’t have anything remotely suitable or new to wear tonight.