The moment I get home I know something is immediatly wrong.
There's a man dressed in a green uniform and he's standing on our doorstep and he's talking to Mum. She has her hand put on her face and her shoulders are shaking.
"Mummy?" I ask. "Is everything all right? Why are you crying? Who is this man?"
My mother looks up and cries even more. The man in uniform turns around and walks up to me. "Are you Katherine?" "Yes." I say unsure.
"Katherine, do you know what your father's job is?" He asks me with an unusual calm voice.
"He defends our country." I say.
"That is right. But sometimes, there is trouble. It is a dangerous job defending the country."
"Do you defend this country, too?" I ask him.
"Yes, I am." "Do you know my father? His name is John Hawkins."
The man gets an odd sad look on his face. , "Katherine, listen. Your father," He looks down taking a deep breath. "Your father was a really brave man. He served this country and he will remembered as a hero."
I slowly begin to understand what direction this talk is going to take, but it can't be. It just can't. "What do you mean, 'he was a brave man'?"
"Your father, Sergent John Hawkins, has died due to a bombing of their shelter. I am so sorry for your loss." By that the tears are streaming down my face and I slowly back away. I walk up the stairs into my room.
A loud noise snaps me out of my memory. "Don't cry." I mutter to myself. I slowly breathe in and out again, after holding my breath, trying to calm myself down. I am still in my car in the parking lot of our school. This is the last year, before I will be finally out of this hell of a place.
I am ready. I can do this. One year, and I'm free.
I wipe my face and do my best to walk confident out of my car.
Since I have no friends to catch up on what they've been doing on their holidays I try to get into class as late as possible, so I don't have to sit there, awkwardly alone and probably staring at the ceiling.
This is my daily routine. Getting up, eating breakfast, brushing my teeth and then putting a bit concealer on my face, but that's it. It's not like I want to impress anyone. As if I would make it. I am not ugly, but I am far from pretty. I have dark straight brown hair, no sign of any curves and awkward spagetthi arms.
And here I am, sitting in this classroom with everyone around me talking to their friends and talking about how awesome that party at whosoever's was and how wasted whosoever was.
The bell already rang, but as always, our english teacher, Mr. Bennet, is running late.
"All right class." He says when he finally arrived and, thats always surprising me, he has this appearance is getting everyone to sit down. He's not strict, he's a pretty cool teacher, and makes school less awful. "Since it's your Senior Year, I thought it would be good, if our next subject will be new beginnings and making memories. What do you think?"
Most of all don't object his idea, but there are always some idiots, who groan, what ever the teacher says, except when they say, that there'll be no school.
"Well, if you don't like the idea, you still got to do it. There's this thing, called . . . let me think, oh right, rhetorical question." Mr. Bennet says, which makes me smile. "And matching the new beginnings, I have a new student for you. Come in and introduce yourself." He says and a ridiculously good-looking boy comes in. He has brown short hair, a straight nose, soft looking lips and gorgeous sea-green eyes.
He clears his throat. "Uhm, hello, I guess? My name is Logan Lerman, I am 18 years old and I just moved here."
He may be good looking, but those ones are always arrogant and think of themselves as something better.
"Why don't you sit down, Logan? Just sit where it's free."
I see him walking up in my direction. And then I notice the spare chair next to me. What if I put my bagpack on the chair? Will he go away? Before I can move he's already sitting there and smirking at me, as if he knew what I was thinking, and saying 'Too late'.
Great. really. could this day get any worse?
"Hey, I'm Logan. And you are?"
"Katherine Hawkins." I mutter.
"Well, nice to meet you, Katherine. I'm sure we will become good friends."
"Uhm, no. I don't think so. I'm not going to be your entrée to the society here. The cool kids here are this way" I say and I point on the only other space seat on the other side of the room.
"Oh. Thanks." I expect him to get up and quickly change seats, but he stays where he's now. Right next to me. "But what if I don't want to be a part of them? You seem like a pretty cool person."
"No, I am not, so stay away from me." I say.
"Someone's in a bad mood." He says.
I'm just going to ignore him.
"So," Mr. Bennet says. "Now that you've met Logan, we're going to continue. you will be paired up by me" a round of groans. "because I didn't stay up all night to find the best pairings. So, you will stay in this pair for the rest of the year and I won't give you your grade individually. Your grade will be for the two of you, so you better both be working.
"The pairings are:
Mary Anderson with Jensen Havering.
Jennifer Brown with Aiden Cunningham."
And so on.
"Logan Lerman with Tina Smith."
Logan leansover to me and whispers. "Too bad, I really would've liked working with you."
While he said that I almost missed who Mr. Bennet paired me with.
"Katherine Hawkins with . . . Harry Styles."
I nearly choked.
No. Not him.
Apparently this day could get worse.
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Hi there! This is my first actual story/book call it whatever you want, I don't even have a real name for it.
Aaaand. yeah, well. thats it?
Please leave a comment to let me know what you thought of it. Wether you like or hated it. :)
You can even leave a critique! No, please critizise me! So I can improve and make this better. Okay?
I used the names Logan Lerman and Harry Styles, because I imagine them as normal people in this story and stuff. You know? Okay. Well. That's it.
Thank you.
til the next time.
Marjo x
