Picture of Chris' outfit
There are two types of people in the world, the morning persons and the "if you wake me up at this fucking hour you are dead" and of course I'm the second type of person. My alarm clock was sounding nonstop, and well I just broke it. Back there in England, I could not describe you all the alarm clocks I have destroyed, and in many creative ways too. Enough said, after i took a shower and changed into one of my favorite shirts, with skinny jeans some sandals, my glasses, and to top it up a messy bun.
As expected my father is not at the house, so I have to eat breakfast alone. At least I will meet the new chef, and butler, so technically I won't be alone until i go to school. Why did God had to create someone who invented school? The hell on the mundane world, Jeez. Í don't want to talk about school anymore, so as I went in the kitchen I saw the cook, she is a middle age lady with grayish black hair, and bulky hands."Dios mío, tú debes ser Christiana que hermosa eres en persona su padre me la ha descrito, pero no pensaba que iba a ser tan hermosa." she said, but honestly I didn't understand anything she said, and I think that she saw my confused face. " Sorry darling if you didn't understood me cielo, my name is Julia I'm your new cook and it's a pleasure to work with you." " You don't need to be so formal, but nice to meet you Julia and I see you know my name already." I said in a warm tone, which surprised me.
Yesterday my dad told me when we went out for a bite that he hired a very good cook. Julia's cooking skills are fucking amazing, just the smell of the waffles made my mouth water, but my happiness ended because after I ate them I had to get to school. " Hurry up mi cielo, Charlie is waiting for you outside, he's the butler if you asked." Julia ushered me outside were Charlie and the car were. "Hello Miss Christiana, I'm Charlie your butler and driver for now on, please get in the car so that we can get you to school." said Charlie, he seems like a warm grampa whom I think that I'll get along perfectly.
In the ride Charlie asked me questions of myself and I even discovered that he was my old man's butler when he was my age. Charlie seems nice and as how I said a warm grampa, and I got perfectly good with him. " Chris, we are here I know that the first day of school in another country were you aren't with your friends must be hard, you but remain strong and you will have a good first day of school." I stood there, with no words coming through my mouth, this is the first time someone encouraged me like that, someone other than my mom. I hug Charlie while voiding tears falling from my eyes.
As I walk in the halls of the school searching for the office, some idiot bumps into me. "Sorry it was my fault, princess." a deep raspy voice says. When I look at his face, I am left in shock. Why did this boy had to be extremely handsome? "Do you like the view?" the boy asks me wearing a smirk which pisses me off instantly. "What is it there to watch?" I said while glaring at him, which makes his smirk to drop instantly, and he stays there staring at me. It was creeping me out, so I started walking until this cheery girl out of nowhere appears. "OH MY GOD!! YOU ARE THE NEW GIRL!" redhead says. " Can you please stop shouting?" honestly that came out in a very rude way which I noticed, because her smile drops. "No no no, it is just that you were speaking to loud and ughhh. Lets start again my name is Chistiana Kane." I streched my hand, but she just grabbed me and hugged me. " My name is Julie Winter, I'm looking forward in being your friend. If you need anything, I'll even go in a ship to get it." She speaks with such energy and happiness, and it actually reminds me of how I was before all the bad shit happened. I laughed, and asked her to take me to the principal's office so that I get a hold of my schedule.
"Chrissy, can I call you that?" I nodded, "We have homeroom, PE, calculus, and english together. I'm so pumped!" Julie says while skipping in the hallway towards our homeroom. When we get to homeroom, everybody was staring at me. Seriously, why can't people mind their own business, didn't their own mothers taught them not to stare? Anyways, I sit down next to Julie waiting for the teacher to finally decide to appear in the class. "Hello students, my name is Mr. Connors, I teach AP English, and I hope we can all have a good year and please if you are a class clown be prepared." God, I love this teacher already. Sudenly, the classroom's door opens and the same asshole I bumped into enters with that fucking smirk, I just want give him the book of "How to Smile for Dummies" man, he really needs it. "Oh well, Mr. D'angelo, I hope that you don't show up this late for the rest of the year." said Mr. Connors with a hint of annoyance. " Sorry sir, but I can't make promises that I can't keep." said the asshole, and the whole class roared with laughter. "Hey Julie, who the hell does that asshole think that he is? He ain't the pope, Leonardo DiCaprio, Harry Styles, Zayn or even Trump." after I said this Julie cracks up laughing and between laughs she tells me "He " laugh "is" laugh "the school's- "Manwhore?" I interrupted, and with this the poor girl ends up in the floor laughing so hard that it claimed the others' attention. " He is the school's quaterback and badboy, and no he isn't a manwhore." she finally explains. Apparently the asswhole is walking in our direction and I just figured out that the only seat left is the one next to me. Dear God , may I ask you why do you hate me so much?
" I know you, you're the chick that bumped into me earlier. Damn you're hot!" at this point i was furious, doesn't he have a little bit of decency or filter? " Well you bumped into me not the other way around and I wish I could say the same about you." I said smiling sweetly which managed to piss him off. He sits down and stares at me for the whole fucking hour. What in the effing hell is wrong with you people with your obsession of staring?
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