So, this is my first story ever! I hope you'll enjoy it. And i am sooo sorry for my bad English! I'm a Dutch girl so yeah...
I had to get out of bed to get ready for my first day of school. I didn't want to at all. But i had nothing to wish, because i had to. Ughh.. My mom was up, probably making us breakfast, or at least i hoped so. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I stripped out of my clothes and quickly got under the shower. After about ten minutes i was finished and dried my hair and body. I wrapped a towel around me, got out of the shower and went straight to my bedroom. I took a glance to my clock, i still had 30 minutes to get ready. I quickly opened my closet and i looked at my clothes. I think i'm going for a casual look. So i took a dark grey sweater that says 'Hipsta Please' and a pair of black ripped jeans. I had put my black Vans on and went to my mirror. Shit. What about my hair and face? I took a comb and softly brushed my brown hair. I just put it in a messy bun, since i'm going casual. I applied one coat of mascara on my eyelashes and some foundation on my cheeks. That would be enough for today. I took one last look in the mirror and went downstairs. I found my mom in the kitchen and some waffles on the table. Thank god, she made me breakfast. I mumbled a 'good morning' and kissed her forehead. 'So, i made you some waffles.' She smiled. 'I have a late shift today so i'll be back around 3 am. Your sister will not be home till 9 pm, because she has something with school she said. So i don't mind if you bring some new friends home, just to know each other better?' 'Mom. It's my first day of school. I'm not gonna bring anyone.' She just nodded and finished her breakfast. I stood up and grabbed my bag. 'Well it's time for me to go now, bye mom.' i walked towards the door, waiting for her to reply. 'Have a nice day honey!' she yelled. As soon as i heard that, i walked out the house and closed the door behind me. I walked over to my car and got in, buckled up and drove away.
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After i found a spot in the parking lot i unbuckled and stepped out of the car. There were a lot of people infront of the building, but i just went straight in. After i checked in and got my locker number and keys, i went straight to my locker. I opened it and took some books out of my bag, gently placing them into the metal. When i saw a shadow hanging all over me, i looked up at a tall curly haired boy. He had beautiful green eyes and the same sort of top i wore. Instead of a sweater it was a shirt. He also wore a pair of black ripped jeans, the only thing different were his Converse. He looked amazing in those clothes. I suddenly felt insecure. 'Hi there, babe. You really rock those clothes!' A smirk played on his face. 'Thanks, you to by the way,' i shyly smiled at him. 'Can i help you with your books?' His voice was unbelievably hot. 'Uh, no thanks. I'm fine.' 'Well, can i at least know your name, love?' 'My name is Liz. Yours? I think i stared at him for a while. 'That's something for me to know and for you to find out,' What the hell was that supposed to mean? I looked questioningly at him. After his spoken words, he just walked away. Leaving me confused at my locker. I closed it and went to my first class. Art. Yay, i loved art. I loved to draw my feelings away, to be focussed on just a piece of paper and your imagination. I reached the class and saw a familiar boy sitting in the back of the class. It was the same boy i saw at my locker. 'O hello there. You must be the new one, Liz, insn't it dear?' The old lady friendly asked me. She was probably my teacher. 'Yes,' i simply replied. A big smile appeared on her face. 'Well dear, you're lucky because you don't have to introduce yourself to the class. I think it won't be necessary.' Hell yeah! 'Uhm, well, there's a seat for you in the back, next to Harry. If you wan't to sit there, please?' She pointed to an empty seat in the back of the class. I turned around, finding the curly haired boy next to the empty seat. So his name is Harry, huh? Interesting. I walked to my seat, feeling his eyes following me, not looking away for a second. What the hell? I sat on my chair and faced Harry. He was still staring at my eyes. 'Hi there, Harry, isn't it?' I was suprised when he didn't answered me, but instead his hand came closer to my face. He gently stroke my cheeks, his eyes still not leaving mine. As we stared for what felt like hours, i took his hand out my face and put in it on his knee. What was that? I could hear him laugh, ignoring my question. I decided to talk about another topic.. 'Don't you think it's funny that we just look like twins in terms of clothing? It's almost scary.' I was so glad when he answered me 'Yeah, me to,' he slightly smiled. I saw his eyes looking at my chest, widening. I followed his moves, finding my paperplane necklace resting on my sweater. W/hat was wrong? God, how he could piss me off. 'What? You don't like it or something?,' i asked bitchy. But i didn't care at the moment. A small smile crept on his face. His hands going to his chest, taking his necklace away underneath his shirt. My eyes also widened and my lips parted. OMFG. He had the exact same pendant i had. As i stared at his necklace for a while i heard him speak 'No, i actually really like it.' He winked at me and tucked his necklace back underneath his shirt. I couldn't believe we had the same clothes and the exact same necklace. And that on the first day of f*cking school! I looked forward and i saw the teacher drawing some explanations on the smartboard. Shit, i missed everything. I didn't even notice everyone coming in. I slightly jumped when i heard the bell ringing. Did Harry and i stare at eachother for a damn hole hour?! Great... I packed my unused stuff back into my bag and stood up. I felt a hand grabbing mine, it felt safe. I first looked down at the hands. Than i looked at the owner of the hand, Harry. What did i have to do? Pull away? Or just live with it? I decided to not pull away, but instead asking what he was doing. 'Harry? What the hell are you doing?' Wow, why was i so mean being? Way to f*cking go Liz! He only tightened his grip even more. 'What's your next class?' His voice was so low and dark. 'Uh, science in 109,' i slowly answered. 'Great, i have class in 111, so i'll be waiting for you after class and walk you to the canteen.' We were walking to our next classes, still holding hands. I slowly pulled my hand away, putting my hand in my backpocket. I just found it too weird. When we finally reached our classes we broke apart, going our own ways. I was actually relieved that we seperated. I mean, i think it would've been very awkward to have him in another class again after what just happened...
