If I'm Louder - Niall Horan Fanfic

Chapter 55 - My First Day

~Katie's P.O.V.~

I walked down the halls.

Girls stared at me with disgusted looks. They knew I was Niall's either current or ex girlfriend. Most likely current. We didn't tell the world yet.

Boys grinned and whistled.

I roll my eyes. Horny pervs.

My schedule was weird.

1st period: Sociology

2nd period: Engineering

3rd period: Journalism

Lunch period

4th period: Music

5th period: Creative Writing (Novels)

6th period: Mathematics

Study hall

7th period: French Year 1 (Beginner)

The first two periods were boring. The teachers talked about orientation.

I walk into my Journalism class. A woman stood at the front of the class as we all took our seats.

She was in her 30s. A red head with chestnut eyes. Slim and tall. She wore a beautiful smile.

"Everyone take your seats. We need to get started immediately." She shouts.

Everyone finds a seat.

"Hello students. I'm Ms.Jackel. I am your teacher. Today is gonna be alittle different in my class. Usually this day is for orientation, but every year I have my students write at least three paragraphs about themselves so I can learn about them. This is kinda like an autobiography. You can make it a memoir if you want, but I need at least three paragraphs by the end of the period." She clamps her hands together. She walks back over to her desk.

Some students groan. Others get to work right away.

I know exactly what I'll write.

My name is Katrina Lilian Walker. I was born on February 11, 1996. I was born and raised in Manhattan, New York by my mom and dad, Stephanie and Jeff Walker. My mom died when I was only in my teens. She was at the wrong place, at the wrong time. She was shot by a robber while she was at the bank. I mourned over her death for a long time. My child hood best friend, Jake Johnston, helped me through it. He was, as most can say, my first love.

He stabbed me in the back when we were only 14. He was my best friend, my first boyfriend, my first kiss. One day, he asked if I was ready. You know what I mean. I loved him like a brother, not a lover. My mother always told me, 'Its better if you save it for the man you love, then throw it away like prostitutes on the streets.' I took her advice. I told him no. He was mad. He told the entire school my secrets, made up a few, and he even lied saying that I begged him for sex and he said no. I was the school slut all throughout highschool.

The most miserable years of my life. I learned you never lose friends. You just realize who the real ones are. He made my life a living hell.

With the lose of my mother, the bullies at school, then to top it off being called the school slut. You could say I was emo. My father is the only reason I never ended it. He helped me through it. He told me my mom wouldn't want that. That the bullies are just cruel people. That I'm perfect the way I am.

Of course I was fine then. My father and his friends would take me to do cool things. I learned to surf when I was just 12. I scuba dived when I was 15. I was learning to do things at young ages. I, even, learned to play poker at 14. I was a semi happy child. My life was going great. Then one day, when I walked into Central Perk, a coffee shop in Manhattan. I notced something wasn't right. Marie Darly, my father and I's friend, had been crying. She worked at Central Perk as a waitress. She told me tragic news. My father had been in a car accident and he never made it.