Bully to Bully

First Morning Rush

TRAILER
So hi again if you've already read the book and hi if you've only just started, I've finished this story and found a free software online so I've managed to make a trailer for this book!😏

It took a while and it's not that good but I thought that it would give the book some kind of closure and it gives you an idea of what's in store if you want to carry on reading😊

Here's the link to the trailer: https://youtu.be/M0hGXnhyTgY 🎬

I know the link probably won't work on mobile and the multimedia in Wattpad never works so maybe your best bet is to search: 'Bully To Bully (Wattpad Trailer)' on YouTube😎

Oh and the trailer is short and includes over 100 images so they move very fast, this could be a possible epilepsy trigger. There is also a suicide trigger, I thought I'd better say this now to be safe rather than sorry👍🏻

Thank you so much for all the support this book has had and I hope you enjoy it if you're starting it now😘

started: 12/08/2013
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Mum knocks and knocks and knocks.

"Harry, Harry, HARRY!!" She's screaming but she's had enough and barges through my door.

"Harry!" She yells, I groggily open one eye and roll my eyes at her.

"Don't look at me that way Harold Edward Styles! You are the reason you are here! Not me, not Gemma, you! And I'll tell you something else mister....."

Mum keeps on dragging on and on about how I'm the one who let my grades slip, I'm the one who got kicked out of school, I'm the one having to go to a school worse than my other one. If only she knew why. I hope it's not like that here.

"Harry, harry, HAROLD!!"

"Yes mum?!"

"Are you even listening! Well I don't care! You be late on your first day!"

She walks from my room and storms down stairs. I fall back into my pillows and roll my head over to face my alarm clock.

7:45...
7:45...
Just let that sink in.....shit. 15 minutes!!

I rip my duvet off of my body and sprint to the bathroom. I don't have time to lock the door but I manage to slam it shut to prevent my mum from walking in. I am out in literally 2 minutes after deciding to not wash my hair, not that my curls need it.

I whip the towel around my body to dry myself as quick as possible. I spare my alarm clock a gaze and realise I have 9 minutes left. I grab some black skinny jeans and my white tank top with a blue and white converse logo printed on it.

I skid around my room putting them on and I then sit down on my bed to pry on my white ankle socks. I look under my window and skim my eyes over the row of shoes lined up on the floor. I think white is appropriate for my outfit but I can't decide hi-tops or low-tops. I realise I'm wearing socks, so hi-tops it is.

My alarm clock showed me that I had 3 minutes left, so I spent it looking in the mirror. I am colour coordinated and I look thin in this outfit,I just remind myself to breathe in around people.

I comb a hand through my hair and snatch my empty bag. I look around my whole room to make sure I don't forget anything.

My room is quite big and is painted white along with a few hints of blue. My bed sheets are white with a few blue accessory cushions. Three walls are white and one wall is light blue. I have a poster wall where all of my posters are hung and where I stick all of my old Polaroid photographs. Finally on my back wall, there is a large window with a view of the street below and a desk and shelves which will hold all of my school things.

I notice my beanie on my bed and snatch it up, it's my favourite one- the blue one. I dash down the stairs with my bag and beanie in each hand.

My mum is sitting in the living room with a cup of tea, obviously waiting to see if I make it on time. I rush into the room and my mum turns her head to the clock in the room.

"Well that was a close one Harold." She sips her tea again to give the impression that she is relaxed and doesn't care. I stand at her with a pleading look, silently begging her to hurry.

"Oh and by the way Harold... You can walk today!" I suddenly burst into a full puppy dog face and get down on my knees with my hands linked as if I am praying.

"Please mum! Please! I'm so sorry!" I beg. She just sips her tea suggesting that I should beg further.

"Mum please! Its my first day! I don't know the way! Mum if I'm on time the teachers will know I care! First impressions are always the most important!!"

I can see that that comment has thrown her. I know she wants me to do better here. I know she wants the teachers to like me here and take pride in their student.

She places her tea down on the coffee table just in front of her, she stands up and points a strong finger right at me.

"Just this time Harold! For your sake and your grades!"

"Thank you mum!!" I exclaim, jumping from the floor and running through the front door and straight in the car.

My mum slowly follows me still trying to show that she doesn't care, but as I look down at my phone I see out of the corner of my eye that her pace quickens.

I turned up the volume of the radio whilst mum was getting in the car instead of during the journey so it didn't look like I was drowning out her voice. She begins to rattle off about how I AM going to set an alarm for tomorrow or she will set a hundred secret ones all around my room and I won't be able to turn them off.

I ignore her though as I think more on the lyrics of the song Hallelujah covered by Alexandra Burke currently being played on the radio.

I occasionally look at her and nod to show that I am listening. I have my beanie in my hand undecided whether or not to wear it. I pull the sun guard down from the ceiling and I slide the mirror cover to the side to reveal the mirror.

I place the beanie on my head and see how I look, I then take it off again and compare it to how I look with it on. On, off, on, off, I repeat this procedure until I remember that I hadn't had a shower so if my curls turn greasy- my beanie would hide most of them. Beanie it is then.

We pull into the driveway of my new school and the butterflies kick in.

"Well I hope you have a good day Harry." I notice the change of my name and realise that I am on good terms with her now.

"Thanks mum, I'll try!" She kisses my forehead and I turn around and exit through the passenger door with my bag in one hand. I shut the door and slip my phone out of my pocket and unlock the screen.

8:33.

I'm actually here in good time but I don't fancy that rush every morning. I fling my bag over one shoulder and walk around the car bonnet to get to a path leading to the school but I notice my mum is rolling her window down so I walk over to her.

"I really mean it Harry do have a good time, but I swear to God if your grades-"

"Mum I promise it won't happen again! Love you" I cut her off and turn around heading into my new school with images of people from my old school floating around my head.

How I hated that place.

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