Selena's POV
"Selena!" A woman's voice shouted from down stairs, "hurry up or you'll be late again!"
"I'm coming mum" I shouted back. Today was the first day of school. "Urgh, another year of putting up with a whole class of idiots," I mumbled to myself. I quickly walked over to my mirror to check my appearance. Today my medium, blonde hair was in an elegant braid falling down my back. I tugged my favourite black hoodie down over my dark, blue jeans. My shoe laces intertwined perfectly as I tied the laces on my black, canvas converse. Perfect.
As you may have guessed I'm not a girly girl. I hated wearing skirts and dresses and usually just wore a nice, baggy shirt, denim shorts or jeans and one of my few comfortable jackets. That was me. I grabbed my bag but stumbled on a chair and ended up falling on top of the chair which had fallen on the floor. Another one of my clumsy incidents. Pulling my self up with my old, wooden desk I can't help but notice the sound of a car engine. "Oh right," I said while running out the door and jumping into my dad Richard's silver ute.
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Staring at the school gate I sighed. School, seven cruel hours of our lifes. It was truly torture. My watch beeped suddenly. "9 o'clock," I read. The entire school was silent as I sprinted into the school grounds, my footsteps echoing across the concrete path. The same giant, white classrooms with sturdy, grey roofs stand strong and tall around me. I checked my timeline. History was first period. I was already late, I couldn't waste any more time.
As I approached the glass door I see the teacher speaking to the bored students. He turned around to write something on the white board. "Now is my chance," I thought. I turned the door knob and I made as much noise as a person could make opening a door and walking inside a room. My body flung backwards suddenly making my heart skip a beat. I looked down to see my jacket had gotten caught on the door handle. I quickly removed my jacket from its grip on the handle and walked in backwards. The teacher turned around and I stood frozen just inches away from the door. "Oi!," the short, old man yelled, "get back to your seat Selena!" I silently sighed in relief. He thought I was leaving not entering. That saved me from a long hour of detention. I walked to my seat and sat down beside my way to perky best friend Anna who was jumping in her chair. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my notebook out of my bag. As I flicked through the pages it was full of songs I had written. I flipped to the back of my pea green book and ripped out an empty page before immediately whipping a pencil out of my bag and scribbling down notes.
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After 3rd period was over Anna and I went outside for lunch. "Hey Sel," Anna said breaking the awkward silence, "do anything interesting in the holidays? Apart from hanging out with the incredible Anna Monroe of course." The corners of my mouth tugged up into a grin as a result of Anna's personality. We were so different yet best friends. How does that work? I don't know. "Not too much," I admitted, "but my parents have been acting really weirdly lately." Her eyes widened a little as she registered my words. "Hehe, maybe you have a new baby sibling on the way." As a result of her words I rapidly pushed her away from me. "You have such a dirty mind," I confessed. It was true. Every time someone said the word balls she would nudge me and smirk while I just held my head in my hands in shame. "Mum and Dad have been very obsessed with keeping the house clean and tidy lately. I'm not even allowed to drink black current juice unless I drink it over the sink," I explained. "I think that might just be because of your clumsiness..." Anne laughed. A frown appeared on my face. "Not cool," I answered, clearly not amused.
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Once I got home I got yelled at for not taking my shoes off. This wasn't normal for them. My mother Mary is crazy but she wasn't a clean freak and my father Richard would usually just chuck all of his stuff on the floor and put his shoes up on the coffee table while he was sitting down watching and betting on horse races. I trudged up the stairs and collapsed on my queen-sized, double bed. "I love you bed," I whispered with my head face first on my sheets, "why can't I just sleep all the time," I threw my bag on the cream, carpet and lay on my bed with my eyes closed. Before I knew it. I drifted off into a long nap.
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~Author's Note~
Hey guys! Sorry for the short chapter... Unedited!!! I type on my iPhone not my laptop so it might be a little disorganised. Thank you for reading! I need a really good name for this book so leave a comment below and vote for more! Thanks!
~Caitlin
