That Damn Smirk
Skylar...
"We're here!" My Dad screams as we pull into the drive way of our new house. I only know he's screaming because I can here him. I pull out my ear-buds and press pause on 'swist and shout' by The Beatles.
I jump out the car, grabbing my old 'Nighmare Before Christmas' rucksack and start trudging up the path. I listen to the sound of my army style boots thud on the concrete and smiled. I stamp my feet creating a rhythmic beat that i begin to bop my head to.
The moving van pulls up and my Dad helps the two muscular guys unload all the boxes and carry them into the house. He gives me an annoyed look as he sees me lent again against the wall playing with my helix piercing.
You see me and my Dad have different views and opinions on somethings...well most things. Anyway, you see he thinks that piercings are horrible and that and I quote ' am just defacing myself and changing myself when I'm a natural beauty.'
I roll my eyes at him and carry on playing with my piercings while tapping my feet realizing that I'm actually tapping 'Kill the DJ' by Green Day.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, all the boxes are in the hall of the house and I go inside.
"WELCOME TO YOUR NEW HOME!" Dad screamed and this time I didn't have The Beatles for protection.
"What is wrong with you?" I question, god does he ever just talk! I rub my ear to try and stop the constant ringing.
"Believe me my voice can not go as loud as that noise you blast through those damn earphones!"
I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at him, making sure he got a good view of the piercing I have there.
He just sighed and said, "just take you boxes to your room!" I gave him a mock salute and lugged my boxes to my room.
Thirty minutes later and I stood at the top of the stairs panting, i'm out of breath from carrying fifteen boxes up the stairs- wow! I'm so unhealthy!
I unpacked all my things then took a step back and admired my work. The walls that were a plain white where now filled with thousand of band posters from The Ramones and The Beatles to Blink 182 and Black Veil Brides. I flopped on my bed and smiled at the fact that I got first dibs, which I took full advantage of by choosing the biggest room.
My bliss was interrupted when I realized I have school tomorrow. I know what your thinking god your such a drama queen but what you don't know is that tomorrow I start a brand new school with nobody I know, in the middle of a term in a new town!
I sigh getting up off the bed and gathering all the stuff I need for tomorrow , stuffing it into my black leather studded rucksack. I hop into the shower and quickly wash my hair, shave my legs and armpits, scrub my body with my strawberry scented shower gel before getting dried.
Laying on top of my bed I roll over taking the blanket with me and sighing in content as a snuggle into my blanket drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
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"I love you Skylar!" He shouted from across the street.
"I love you too!" I scream back.
We run into each others arms as we lean in for a romantic-
"SKYLAR!!!" An all to familiar voice brakes me from my blissful sleep.
"WHAT?!" I scream at my Dad who stands at my bedroom door with an unusually happy look on his face.
"It's your first day!" He yells with enthusiasm as he flings open my curtains. Great deaf and now blind want to assault any of my other senses Dad?
I groan sliding out of bed and walk to my full length mirror, giving my face a once over I grabbed an exfoliating wipe and start scrubbing my face.
7 am and I'm sat at the kitchen table eating a juicy bacon butty and texting Ellie my best friend from back home.
I check myself over in the hallway mirror: The Ramones t-shirt, black skinnys, black converse, leather jacket, eyeliner flicked to perfection; good to go!
We pull up in the school car park and I look over at the huge , one level, brick building. A huge sign is attached to the building 'Holmes Chapel Art School and six-form' oh joy.
I grab my bag and pull myself out of the car. "Bye Dad!"
"Have a great day kiddo!" Yeah like that's going to happen, you've more chance of Paris Hilton actually hitting a note without sounding like a dying cat. So it's safe to say it's close , if not, impossible. What I mean is i've just started school in a new town, I don't know anybody at all apart from my Dad, I'm probably behind in work and most of the people here are in uniform and the ones who arn't are all kind of dressed in the same style- which for the record is the polar opposite of mine.
I make my way to the entrance of the building receiving many dirty looks like I was some sort of freak. "Take a fucking picture, you could frame it and put it on your wall!" I shout at the crowd. Seriously, have they nothing else to do than stare at the new girl. Jeez, you'd think I was walking around naked!
Re-adjusting my bag strap on my shoulder I turn and walk into the building in search of the reception.
It wasn't to hard as the first thing I see when I walk in is a giant green sign with an arrow pointing left and the word 'Reception' printed on it. Like seriously that green is so bright its close to being illuminous! It literally hit me like a punch to the face that shouldn't even be allowed this early on a Monday morning.
I'm greeted by an old lady sitting behind a plain, beach wood desk. I say old she's probably in her thirties, which, to me, is old.
"Hi, how can I help you?"
"Hi my name's Skylar. Skylar Moore."
"Ah! Yes! You must be the new girl, let me just get your planner, map, time table and locker key . Two minutes love."
I scrunch up my lips and stare at the floor with wide eyes; how can someone be so cheery at this time on a Monday morning?!
"There you go, have a nice day!" I gave her a fake grin and walked out of the reception area and went in search of my locker.
Number 12, number 13 and 14. I unlock the metal door with my key, that I need to get a key-ring for asap. Looking at my timetable I see I have Form, English, German, Art (yay!) and History- eh! That just totally ruined my mood I suck at History but it was the only option left that wasn't full because I joined late.
Dumping all the stuff I don't need in my locker, I close my locker and lock it while adjusting my bag straps, which I should really make smaller but im too lazy, letting them sit comfortably on my shoulders.
I look up about to walk and scream.
A boy about three inches taller than me stood less than two steps away. I froze in shock before taking him in. He's actually good looking, when I say quite good looking I mean god damn hot! His choclate coloured hair wave into perfect curls, his emerald green look cute yet sexy. Two studs sit below his bottom lip in a snake bite piercing, he has so many tattoos it was hard to count. His white t-shirt showed off his amazing body perfectly and his black skinny jeans fitted him to a 't' . Lastly, my eyes travelled to his lips which held a flirtatious smirk.
"Hi I'm Harry, Harry Styles."
There you go guys, I'm going to try to write a bad boy Harry story! Please leave feedback I won't carry on if you don't.
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