You're home to me | Michael Clifford

Chapter 1

I hate this place so damn much. If it wasn't for my best friends Rebecca and Luke, I would have dropped out by now. It's the same thing everyday. Get up, go to school, survive the day, go home, and repeat. I wish I had more excitement in my life. I'm a junior in high school though so there's not much I can really do. I get ripped out of my thoughts by being hugged. I snap back into reality and see my best friends. Luke and Rebecca. I've known Luke and Rebecca my entire life. Our moms were friends in high school. My mom met my dad and had me. Same thing happened to Liz, Expect she had twins, but anyways I loved my Hemmings twins. They kept me sane and happy.

Luke was like my big brother I never had. Luke always had protectiveness over Rebecca and I. Rebecca was my ball of sunshine on my gloominess. She could always make me laugh in the middle of crying. They were perfect to me. We weren't popular, we were normal, we just blended in with the rest of grade.

"Hey Mia!" Rebecca chirped
"Hey Rebecca. Hey Lukey." I laughed
"Mia I swear to god I've been here for 5 seconds and you already pissed me off." Luke playfully glared
"Oh hush Luke you love me." I laughed
"Sure." He mumbled
I punched his arm for it.
"OW!" He yelled out in the crowded hallway
"Luke shush before you get us in trouble!" Rebecca said
"Well tell her to stop." Luke pointed a finger at me
"Mia knock it off and apologize. Luke shut up." She scolded 
"I'm sorry Luke." I said as I hugged him
"It's alright. I don't hate you." He laughed as he hugged me back
The bell went off signaling 1st period.    
"I'll see you guys after class." I said as I waved goodbye
They waved back and we all went to class.

I walked into first period English Literature. My absolute favorite class. Mr. Jacobs strolled in with his usual morning coffee. I got along really well with Mr. Jacobs. He was like my own personal guidance counselor. He sat his coffee on his desk and picked up his attendance chart and read down the list.

"Mia?" He said
"Here." I chirped
"Michael?" He said
No reply.
"Wow looks like he decided to not show up again." Mr. Jacobs sighed

I laughed because it was true. Michael rarely showed up for class. He's probably shoving his tongue down some girls' throat. He's a dick who plays girls. He used to be my best friend when Luke and Rebecca moved away for a year back in 9th grade. I had a massive ass crush on him and then he told everyone in the grade I was a slut so he could fit in with the popular kids. When he actually shows up for school I'll sometimes pass him in the halls and he looks at me like he used to when we were friends. He's a complete douche who doesn't deserve my time of day. As I think about the many reasons why Michael is a dick the classroom door opens and shuts.

"Well Mr. Clifford nice to see you show up." Mr. Jacobs said
"Sorry." He mumbled
"Well take a seat and join the class for once." Mr. Jacobs said

My lucky day, the only open seat was the seat next to me. I try to avoid this prick as much as possible. He takes his seat while Mr. Jacobs pulls out his teacher version of our literature book.

"Turn to page 274 and answer questions 1-10. That's all I have planned for today so when you're finished find something to do." Mr. Jacobs said
"Oh can we work with partners?" One of the annoying cheerleaders called out
"Eh why not? Oh go ahead." He flashed his bright white teeth
I had no intention of working with anyone. I don't really like anyone in here. I watched the jocks join up with their buddies. The cheerleaders get in a giant group together and everyone else get with their friends.

"Hey do you have a pencil I could borrow?"
"Clifford do you really need one? You won't even do those questions. You'll just sit there doing nothing." I said
"I asked you for a pencil not a lecture." He scoffed
"Here fine whatever." I said as I threw him the pencil in my hand
I searched for another one in my bag. Once I found one I started working on the questions. Then I was bothered again.