His Property

One

Summers outfit ^^^

Summer's POV

Okay, okay. Just think it through and it shouldn't be that hard.

Home room
History
Chemistry
Lunch
Maths
English

I made a mental note as I scanned over the email the principal of my new school has sent to me.

That was only a schedule for A days though. B days were different, but I didn't want to co fuse myself so I didn't read B day.

Eh, oh well. I'll just wing it.

I moved my MacBook aside and picked up my phone, scrolling through my texts to see that my old friends were texting me because they missed me.

My heart flipped.

I missed them too.

I realized that it was getting late so I placed my phone in the charger and back on to my bedside table.

I looked out my window just to see another window.

Who made that design plan?

I realized the light was still on so I padded over to the window curiously and moved my curtains aside.

Inside the opposite window was a boy who looked about my age. He was beyond gorgeous with a chiseled jawline and angel-structured facial features. His dark hair was in a messy style atop his head as he ran his fingers through it, seining frustrated as he slammed his laptop shut.

He looked out his window and I flew myself to the side, hoping that he didn't see me. I peeked my head out the glass cautiously to see him turning his light off.

I sighed with relief and turned my light off as well.

I climbed into my comfy bed and pulled the sheets up to my chest.

Tomorrow was my first day of school in this new town. It was already a month into school so everyone probably already had figured it their friend group so it's looks like I'll be the outcast tomorrow.

Great.

I closed my eyes, thinking of tomorrow as I drifted to sleep.

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Beep beep beep.

The annoying sound of my alarm clock filled my ears as I rolled over and groaned.

"No!" I moaned into my pillow, rolling over to hit the snooze button. Unfortunately, my room was too sunlit for me to even think about falling back asleep.

I stumbled out of bed and over to my window, dragging the curtains shut, blocking the sunlight out. I sighed in content at the dim lit room.

I shuffled over to my dresser, scanning my mind to remember my schedule.

Home room
History
Math-

No that's not right.

Home room
Chemistry-?

No, not that either.

I stopped trying to remember my schedule and just continued to search for an outfit. I didn't want it to look like I tried to hard, which it didn't, so I just threw on a pair of black skinny jeans and a gray sweatshirt with a pair of my white converse.

I went over to my vanity thing and looked in the mirror.

Horror set in my face when I was faced with the monstrosity of a bed head hair.