Teenage dreams [discontinued]

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This chapter will be in Jeremy's point of view. Enjoy!!:)
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I smoothen out the creases on my all black attire until I was satisfied. Being 18, I'm finally given an advantage to do anything I liked. Including being late for lessons. At least that's what I thought since mum and dad never actually allowed me to be late for school but I like to do what I like. No one can stop me once I've decided and today, I've decided to be late for school this very day. Dad transfered me to Caramon High, so that I would be able to get better results academically. Checking that I'm ready for my first day in the new school, I glanced at the clock on the wall. 11.15am, the clock read. I smiled to myself, glad that I'm successfully late for school.

I picked up the house keys, pat my golden retriever, Charlie, before leaving the house. Kicking leaves out of the way, I looked at my surroundings, smiling at the sight of the children playing at the playground. Wish I could go back to those times... I thought, sighing, ruffling my hair that I did not bother combing at all. 11.45 at school and I entered the class I was allocated to. Ignoring the strict looking teacher, I walked to an empty seat behind a girl with brown chestnut hair, tied up into a high ponytail. She looks so focused, I smirked at the sight of her. Why? I have no idea. Placing my bag on the table, I sat down. The teacher was talking about the res (I think) and I yawned. How boring.

"Excuse me!" The teacher shouted at me with a finger directed at me. I glared at her. How dare she talk to me like that. Who does she think she is?

"Stand up!" The teacher fumed. I stood up, reluctantly obeying her.

"What's your name?"

"Jeremy." I answered lazily.

The teacher looked through at the attendance list on her desk, "Jeremy Lewis?" I nodded.

"Why are you late?" The teacher asked, setting the attendance list on the desk.

"Woke up late." I shrugged, giving a lame excuse.

"That's not an excuse! I expect a parent letter tomorrow about why you're late today. Sit." Oh my gawd. This teacher can be so annoying. I rolled my eyes at her before dropping back down onto the chair. I saw the girl with brown chestnut hair sitting in front of me staring. I winked at her. I silently laughed as her eyes widened and she immediately turned back to the front.

Back to Kristine's point of view.

We're having our second recess now and I stood up and stretched my body, groaning at how good it felt after sitting down for more than 2 hours. I sat back down, frowning when I realised that I did not pack any food for the second recess. Sighing, I decided to do some drawing. Fishing my sketchbook out of my bag, I picked up my pencil and stopped. What should I draw? Pressing the back of the pencil against my cheek, I thought of Mrs Helms. I'm best at sketching portraits. I set my pencil on the paper and started drawing. It was as if my hands had lives of their own, they moved freely by themselves. 5 minutes before the end of recess bell rang and I completed the portrait and signed it off with my signature and the date. Picking up my sketchbook, I admired my completed sketch of Mrs Helms and smiled.

*Ringggggggg*

I checked the timetable for the next lesson. Literature. I left my sketchbook at the corner of my table before taking out my Literature notes and the book that we were studying now, 'The Merchant of Venice'. Students started settling down and I saw Jeremy with a pack of squealing girls following closely behind him. I rolled my eyes and flipped open the Literature book. He entered from the back door and I could hear him sit down as he dragged his chair. He kicked my chair and I ignored him, thinking it he didn't purposely kick it. However, he did it again. I whipped my head back to face him and I glared at him. I saw a smirk creep up his face as he said, "What's your name?"