How To Save A Life (A Marcel Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Guys! I got plenty of names sent to my twitter soooooo I decided on Isabella Taylor! Pretty isn't it? So Bella from twitter, congraatsss gurllll




okay ill stop talking so you can enjoy the first official chappterrr:)




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MARCEL'S POV







"Marcel! Wake up already!" My mum basically screamed from downstairs. I just groaned and rubbed my eyes with my fingers.




"I'll be down in a second." Was my answer. I hated school. With all my heart. Who would like to go to a place where you were the outcast? The loser? The nerd? Of course I loved to learn. Learning was exiting. But being hit in the face was absolutely not. I already asked my mum about homeschool. But she didn't know the exact reason why I wanted homeschool. Ever since my dad died she has had so much on her plate to handle anything more. I think I remind her to much of him. Because after all I have my fathers curly brown hair and green eyes.




Leaving the safeness and comfort of my bed, I stumbled like a drunk over to my closet. My family was not exactly poor. Especially that now my sister, Gemma, was in college and we had one less mouth to feed. Don't get me wrong, I love her to death, but it sure is nice having a more quiet house were I can read or study in peace. Sure we had money. My mum was a doctor at the London Royal Hospital. She was actually the top doctor over there. Kind of like the boss. She studied medicine when she was younger but stopped working when she married my father. She continued working after his death, but I could tell she really enjoyed her job. I had to quit my job at a bakery when we moved to London from Homles Chapel, but I worked as a waiter on a fast-food joint afterschool and earned good pocket money. Not to mention my boss was a really nice elderly ma named William who I had grown very fond of. He was like a grandfather to me.




Deciding on tan pants and a brown sweater vest on top of a white long-sleeved shirt, I made my way over to the bathroom and tamed my wild mane of curls with hair gel. I knew I was not ugly. I actually liked my soft curls and emerald eyes. Not to mention my dimples and perfectly straight teeth. I guess my nerdiness covered up any attractiveness I might have. I grabbed my thick, square glasses and pushed them up the bridge of my nose. It would sure be nice to wear contacts. Maybe I will. I should get contacts. After all, I was already sixteen and I could.




I slung my messenger bag over my shoulder and it was very heavy from all of my books. I need to start working out. I made a mental note to visit the gym after school ended. Taking one final look in the mirror, I decided I looked okay. Well, as okay as a nerd can possibly get. I stopped trying to impress girl in the middle of last year. Before high school, I was actually not a 'nerdy' boy. I was just smart. I did not use glasses and I dressed in regular clothes like jeans. But then I started caing less about my appearance and started caring more about my grades. My social life came tumbling down. And I became an easy target for bullies. But they would be working for me one day. You just wait.




I hurridly ran down the stairs, almost trippng over. And I reached the kitchen to find a plate of bacon and french toast. Perfect first day of school breakfast. My sophmore year of high school was supposed to be exiting and amazing, but I was just a nerdy 16 year old boy. And I guess this year will be as bad as last.