School

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(Angles Pov)

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I hate Mondays. I hate school. As I got up I took a shower and got ready. I just put on some some blue jeans,and a black and gray long sleeve. Got my converses on and brushed my teeth. I left my hair down,and started to head out. I was told that my schools not far and it wasn't,so I'm just gonna be walking there. I love walking,I don't know why,just do. As I was walking something caught my eye,it was a wall,but not just any wall. This wall was marked, see when people who do their art work anywhere,you can leave a symbol or something saying it's your work. I liked this persons work it's not bad,pretty good actually. Whoever this was left a symbol like fire. I know that's the symbol because well for one you can tell, and two they have it on the next wall too. I got to the front of the school and looked at the kids, they were groups of kids in different spots. I didn't really have a group at the other school,just some people who would hang out with me because I always got it to fights or as some said "put on a show". I didn't really care,they always made me laugh. I may seem to be a bitch,and at times I am one,but if your nice to me than I'm nice to you. Doesn't matter who you are. I went in the office and ask for my classes,after she gave them to me I went looking around. I found the art room and "borrowed " some paint supplies and left. I walk out of school and looked at the walls,they were ugly so I thought to make them nicer. How nice of me,huh? I spray painted my name really cool if I say so myself. It was in red and black and it took up most of the wall. I added some background and I was done. It looked pretty cool,so I left. I'm sure they could find it and get mad but I couldn't care any less. I mean the wall looked like crap anyways,so if anything I did them a favor. I was walking around the school,and got some dumb looks from girls,and some winks from dumb guys. The bell rang and I got looking for my class. The late bell rang and then after five minutes I decided to actually go to class. I really think schools a waste of time. When I walked in all eyes were on me.

"Your late" The teacher said. She has dark brown hair and brown eyes.

"You don't say? Here I thought I was early" I said rolling my eyes. I just got here and she's already annoying me. Some kids laughed.

"No need for the adittude Miss,Angle is it?" She said.

"Yea,now where do I sit?" I asked annoyed. She looked down at chart,and pointed to a desk next to a kid with black hair and hazel eyes. He was cute and had that bad boy look,but I don't do boyfriends anymore. I have a huge trust issue. I nodded and took the seat to the boy who was smirking up at me.

"Hey,Angle" The boy said. You could only tell he was British by his voice,it was deep too.

"And your name is?" I asked. He seemed cool.

"Zayn" He said and before either of us could say anything,the principal came in. He didn't look to happy either.

"Zayn,I told you I would kick you out,if you did it again" Mr.Tim said. I thinks that's his name. Well Zayn wasn't all that good either. Wonder what he did? Were about to find out.

"I haven't done anything, well as least not at school." He smirked,but looked annoyed.

"Your the only one that would do something like this!" Tim said. His voice getting a little louder.

"Wait, what did I even do it?" Zayn ask confused.

"You spray painted the wall outside!" Tim was yelling now. Zayn looked like a painter. Wait the wall? What wall? Before I could say anything about it,Tim opened that big ass mouth of his.

"When are you going to get it? You can't keep painting what and wherever you want! You and your little group of friends are going to get in a lot of trouble one of these days! Now after school I will make sure you clean the back school wall." Tim said,man was he pissed. Zayn didn't do it though,I did. I started to laugh. He thought Zayn would write "Angel" on the wall. How dumb is he?Zayn looked annoyed and mad,but before he could say something,Tim best him to it.

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