Her

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HARRY POV
  "Harry wake the fuck up! You're gonna be late and I'm not gonna pay that court fine if u miss another day!" Is what I wakeup to everyday. What a joy. I sit up stretching out my arms and bending my back hearing it pop. Three more weeks Harry and youre done with junior year. no more problems. I think to myself as I get up out of bed I look through my closet and look through my clothes individually. A black T-shirt and regular skinny jeans will have to do today I guess. I sigh putting on the clothes walking into my bathroom and slipping in my nose ring. It wasn't the coolest thing ever but I liked it. "Harry you have five minutes and you better be out the door!" I hear. Fuck. I scramble to brush my teeth and run out the door grabbing my ear buds and running through the hall grabbing my back pack as I did. I rush out slamming the door. Ugh I didn't grab an apple damn it. I guess I'll just have to wait till lunch. I pull my keys out of my back pack and walk up to my black motor cycle. It was my baby and no one better so much as out a scratch on it or I swear I'll kill them. I crank it up and zoom down to school considering its only five minutes away its not that bad honetsly.
*First period*
"Now during this time period mud bricks were used to build everything. Tonight I want a 500 word essay describing how you would live during that time. If you think you could handle it or not." Oh English I thought to myself. Miss Emma was a blessing to have and she wasn't too bad looking either for 23 years honestly with brown hair to her back and great taste in music. And by that I mean we share the same love of the Beatles and Artic Monkeys. I write down what I need to do before anyone can see me. I'm known as the school bad boy and id like to keep it that way. I lean back shoving my chair back and kicking my feet on the table drawing attention of the many students. with one twirl of my finger they turn around instantly. Let's keep it that way.