CHAPTER 1 PAST
New school, new people... oh, how much I hate this! Why can't I have parents who stay in the same house, in the same village until they die? It's not like I hate meeting new people, just the fact that you're immediately labeled with something because you're new.
"Hey, you're Stacey! Right?" A girl who looks around my age brings a strand of her black hair behind her ear as she waits for a answer.
"Uuhm.. Yeah!" I answer, not really knowing how to react to her impulsivity. How does she even know my name?
"I'm Kim, you like our school? What is your first class? Do you already have someone to sit next to with lunch?"
I flinch at all her questions. "Yeah, it's pretty cool here, I have English and no, I don't have anyone." I smile weakly at her, my mind still wondering if I forgot to answer one of her questions.
"Oh cool me too... About English! And you can sit with me and my friends" She says, smiling way to excited to be real.
"Okay! Uhm.. I'm just going to get my books." I tell her, heading towards my locker. This must be the right one. Relieved that I found it so fast I quickly choose the right combination of numbers.
Just when I thought I lost that Kim girl she jumps back in front of me, me almost bumping into her. I'm sorry but what the hell is wrong with this girl? I don't need a babysitter!
"I'll walk with you! I don't want you to get lost!" I nod politely in response, opening my locker. There is something in the way the words leave her mouth that makes me feel like her kindness is all an act, but what is she trying to achieve with all of this then?
The sound of the bell makes me quickly close my locker, ready to follow Kim towards our English class. Can this day end already?
***
After 3 classes with stuff I already had last year and 3 horrible introductions it's finally time for lunch. It's literally an understatement when I say that I'm hungry as hell.
"Hey Stacey" I recognize Kim's voice, a sigh already leaving my mouth. With the scent of food still in my nose, I turn around, facing Kim. "You still want to sit with us?" She asks with that fake kindness of her. Anyway, I'll rather sit with her and her friends than alone.
"Yeah, I just want to get some food, I'm really hungry!" For the hundredth time today I smile as polite as I can, and by the look on her face I can see she's satisfied with both my smile as my answer.
Now please let me get some food...
"Okay, we're seated at that table right there!" She points at a table in the middle of the canteen, it looks like the 'we're popular kids and we're amazing' spot. Oh yay, another school were everyone is placed in certain groups. Well, there probably isn't a school were this is not normal.
"Alright, see you in a bit!" As quick as I can I make my way towards the good smelling food. Let's hope it tastes as good as it smells.
When I have my plate filled with two sandwiches, an apple and a bottle of water I start walking past all the tables until I reach my destination, the 'popular' table. Kim immediately jumps up when she notices me.
"Guys, this is Stacey" She introduces me, I smile at all of them receiving a couple of nods and smiles back.
Here goes the awkwardness.
I sit down next to Kim, my eyes observing the people around me. A couple of typical football boys, their short hair all being styled the same way and a few uhm.. let's just call them gossip girls, pretty French manicured nails, a face with layers of make- up, 'stylish' clothes and probably all in love with heels. I never liked these sort of people, they just think they are amazing and the whole world is about them. How can you be so selfish? I guess I just don't understand them.
But look at me, I'm just that girl who wears a bit mascara and can't leave the house without a pair of all stars, of course I don't understand them!
I tear my eyes away from the people at the table and scan the rest of the room, my eyes landing on a brown haired boy with glasses, sitting alone at a table as he eats his lunch.
"Who's that?" I ask Kim, pointing at the boy. I don't know what it is about this boy, he makes me curious. You'd say he just looks like a normal geek but there is something different about him, something I don't know. And that with just one look.
"That.. "She says with a voice full of disgust. "Is Marcel Styles"
A/N:
So, as you may have noticed every chapter is parted up in two; one part in the present and on in the past!
Thank you for reading this :) Hope you enjoyed it!
x Jessie
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