Walking down the halls of my school, friendly faces greeting me, people smiling, happy faces. Then there is the other half, Bullies, people crying, emotional girls crying about life. Well, I was in the middle. Not knowing if I was a happy girl, or ready to fall apart. My life was easy. People liked me, Not liked by many though. I had friends. I was nice to the people I met. But, I wasn't sure if I met my standards. I am very into fashion. I am very into looking good. But, I'm not that popular girl that I always wanted to be. I always thought id be that cheerleader, fluffy ,pink girl. But, instead I was captain of the softball team. I was always known for the way I dressed. The girl with a fair amount of money, not rich, not poor. I was the middle class. I have my own tutoring club for students who need help with reading/writing. Always willing to help out people with many tasks. My parents are always there for me. supporting me 110%. They have never said boo to me. They always raised me right from wrong. A few boyfriends here and there. Nothing serious.
"Ms Prince, Please report to the office Ms.Bombay would like to speak with you" The intercom said. All the annoying, Pathetic teenagers OOOOOOD . I walked down. I wasn't in trouble. I did didn't do anything wrong. I walked down to see Ms. Bombay waiting for me in here office.
"Avery, Honey. I would like to talk to you about a new student you will be helping out." She said. "Um. Okay. Why me?" I asked. "Well, you are very helpful to the student body. "You know everyone, you also help out with kids that are struggling with reading and writing. I think you will be perfect for this job." She said. "Who Is it?" I asked. "Well, this isn't going to be easy. He has a very famous family. He Is loved by many, they came to America for a little bit. They need to put him in school for about 5 months" She stated. "Who is it?' I asked excitedly! "Brooklyn Beckham" She walked away and I could think of was "Oh Shit"
