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Chapter ❶
Kaylynn POV
"C'mon Kaylynn you're going to be late for school if you don't get in the shower now!!" My mum called up the stairs despite my desperate pleas to sleep in just a little bit longer.
"Mum just one more minute!!" I whined, turning over and burying my face into the pillow that I had come to love so very much. If I had it my way, I'd marry my pillow and never get out bed. However, because life hates me, I have to wake up at 5:30 every morning and get ready to go to the prison otherwise known as school. It's not that I hate the school in general it's that I hate the teachers. The school, isn't that bad. The lunches are decent, the classes aren't too boring, the majority of students are bitches but I've gotten used to them and overall it's not too terrible. However the teachers, they're all rude.
I hate the teachers with a burning passion of a thousand suns. They're all so strict that if you miss one comma in a sentence, it's a whole 2 points taken off. One comma. Like god damn gimme a break! Like I know we're sophomores in high school and we should know how to properly structure a sentence but c'mon we're all human here. The teachers go at our throats, like calm down. I'm sure you've done the same in your lifetime, don't get your knickers in a twist.
"Minutes up! Outta bed, now!" My mum said. I groaned and gave up, knowing that she wouldn't stop and if I were late, I wasn't getting a ride, which means I'd have to walk to school in the 30 degree weather. And let me tell you, walking to school in the dead of winter is not my cup of tea. I sat up, throwing the covers to the end of the bed and walking clumsily (partly because I was still half unconcious, I'm really not that clumsy) to the little bathroom. I brushed my teeth and my hair, pulling it into a ponytail and freshening up. I pulled my iPod off the charger and checked the time, 5:39, which meant I had 20 minutes to get outside for the bus. I picked out a simple outfit, a pair of blue jeans matched with my favourite Black Veil Brides shirt and my black converse. Of course this wasn't the right clothes for the season, so I pulled on a large coat and a beanie.
Once I'd grabbed all my school supplies and gotten ready I ran down the stairs and grabbed the slice of toast my mum had set on the plate for me, munching on it as I checked the time. I still had about 4 minutes to get out to the bus stop, which was only a couple houses away so I didn't stress too much about getting there early. There was only two other people at the bus stop with me, a girl named Paige Summers who had bleach blonde hair and pale skin, the body of a model and bright green eyes. She was rich and all the guys loved her but for being such a stereotypical beautiful, rich popular girl, she actually had a fairly decent attitude. The other person was a boy, who was in the grade below us (freshmen) and his name was Jeremy? Jeremiah? Something like that, he had brown hair, kind of in a flippy style but not like Kellin Quinn's, more like Justin Bieber or whatever his name is, the one who sings One Time (which I don't understand why he says one time if he says it like 27,285 times). He has tan skin, dark brown eyes and he has this really weird habit of if you sneeze in front of him he gives you hand sanitiser. I'm pretty sure he's a germaphobe but when I asked him about it one day he said he was just healthy and got all defensive over a simple question. Haven't talked to him since.
"Have a good day at school, honey, I love you." My mum said, handing my some lunch money and kissing my temple.
"Bye mum, love you too." I said, grabbing my backpack and walking out the door. The thing I don't understand is why they have us bring our stuff to school in backpacks but we're not allowed to use them. Like what does that do for us? It's completely useless! Either let us have a backpack or don't, simple as that.
The snow made crunching sounds under my feet as I walked to the bus stop, seeing Paige already out there, Jere-what's-his-face bugging her about if she needed hand sanitiser. I stifled a laugh at the fact of how persistent he was. He should start a antibacterial club or something because he dedicates like half his time asking people if they want to use some hand sanatiser. My guess is that he goes through about one bottle a week, and that's the big bottles.
