Don't Let Me Go (Hetalia)

Chapter Three

"Wake up sleepyhead!!" Says a voice. I can hardly open my eyes. "It's the first day at your new school!" says my mom excitedly. "Don't...wanna.....go." I grumble. "Marian Rose Lisette Bauer!" she shouted. "Get out of bed this instant!" I sat up, but soon flopped back down out of pure exhaustion.

After being reminded for the 15th time, I finally decided to go to work on making myself look half-decent. I put on a red V-neck and blue skinny jeans, black Vans and pulled my hair back in a braid. Grabbing a oatmeal square, I dashed out the door and to the bus.

Looking around, I didn't see any open seats. I mentally cursed myself for being so late. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a boy with blond hair and green eyes gazing out the window and nibbling on a snack of some kind. "May I sit here?" I asked. He looked up without smiling. "Of course." he said. Grinning, I sat down. Now that I was closer, I could see that the boy had been nibbling on a scone. "Interesting" I thought.

When we arrived at the school, I bolted off the bus and walked straight to the front office. "Um...I'm Marian Bauer...I'm new here." The secretary looked up. "Ah yes of course. Your mother called." She said. "Here is your schedule and your books. Your locker number is 1124. You'll find your combination on the schedule." I half-smiled. "Thanks." I said.

As I began to meander through the maze of halls, I suddenly realized that I didn't have a clue where I was going. I checked my watch. 7:30. Class would start in six minutes. I speed walked to my locker and flipped the dial. POP! the locker sprung open and a mountain of books and coats cascaded down. The hallway went dead quiet. I heard snickers and a few giggles. Blushing furiously, I bent down to stack the books and hang the coats.

As I stacked the very last book, I heard the all too familiar bell ringing. My jaw dropped to the floor. How could I have been so stupid?! Speed walking to my class, (late) I mentally cursed myself for not managing my time (when everyone else could). As I burst through the door, I felt as if something had flushed out of me. I touched the back of my jeans. my fingers were bright red. ****! I sat down hoping I could at least get through this hour, until I felt the blood seep through my jeans and onto my chair. Blushing, I raised my hand. the teacher sighed. "Could I please use the restroom?" I asked. She sighed. "If you have to." I nodded and tried my best not to sprint out as fast as humanly possible.