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Emmit
I pushed my foot into my black timberlands and I stomped out to the car, I climbed into the drivers seat honking at my brother to hurry his ass up. He walked out the door, roaring with laughter on his cell phone. He was wearing a dark blue American eagle jeans and a red lifeguard hoodie. We looked nothing alike. Him being tan, blonde haired and buff. I being tall, blue eyed with llqlblack hair. He jumped into my car and I glared at him. He said goodbye to his friend and put his phone down. 'Am I picking up your bitch of a girlfriend today?' I asked him. She really wasn't that bitchy, just preppy and annoying. Like my brother.
'Yea we are, can you not call her a bitch you ass?' He laughed at his own joke causing me to crack a smile. I refuse to play anyone's music but my own. This is my vehicle. I bought it off craigslist and fixed it up. Most of it was part of my birthday and Christmas present though. We drove to Rachel's house, I honked the horn and she walks out wearing a pair of dark jeans and a black north face hoodie. She gave Tom a quick kiss and hopped in the back. A black 1986 impala sped out of Rachel's neighbours house and down the road. As if reading my mind, and probably Toms too, Rachel says "that's my neighbours new exchange student from Canada. But her grandparents are my neighbours so I think she's here because she did meth or something?" I thought about it the whole drive to school. Canada? What was it like there, I wonder if she had and accent, or smelt like syrup. I pulled into the school parking lot and went to my usual spot. I said goodbye to my brother and Rachel and we went in opposite directions. I went to my locker and dropped all my crap into it. I grabbed my books for English and was on my way. My English class was on the third floor and I was on the Main level. The bell rang when I was on the second floor and I remembered I forgot my phone in my locker. I pushed passed everyone and went down another floor. I got my phone and started to make my way to English. The bell rang and I was only half way there. Whatever, it's not the first time I've been late. I knocked on my class room door even though I knew the routine. I had to wait outside until my asshole of a teacher let me in. I sat down beside the door and put my headphones in. I put the music on too loud but who the hell cares. Oh wait, only all the kids who listen to the top 40. Which is everyone at school.
Bridget
This is so dumb. I want to be home, with my friends, I hate it here. This is Australia isn't it supposed to be hot. It's only like mild out. I thought I was going to be wearing band tees and cut offs each day. I miss my friends, I want them back. I'm such an idiot. I'm such a screw up. I walk aimlessly around this stupid school trying to find my stupid English class with my stupid English teacher Mr. Skidner. I see a boy dressed in all black slouched against a wall, with headphones in and his eyes closed. I clear my throat to get his attention but her doesn't here me. I do it again, a little louder. He doesn't here me, I reach down and pul his headphone out.
'What the hell?!' He yells.
'Is this Mr. Skidner's room' I ask him ignoring his question.
'Mmmhmm' he huffs putting his headphones into his bag. Late on my first day, how freaking cliché
Emmit
I'm listen to the sex pistols then suddenly my left head phone is ripped out. I jump up and look to see who just interrupted my music. I see a tall girl wearing all black. Everything is black, except her hair. Her freaking hair is purple. She asks me if it's Mr. Skidner's class, aka Mr. Assholes class and I groan out a yes. She knocks on the door and he doesn't answer. She knocks again louder. He swings open the door and is surprised to see a girl instead of me. 'Oh hello, you must be.., uh.'
'Bridget' she says like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
'Ah, yes Bridget come in please. Emmit, get in the class.' He scolds me. I look 'Bridget' up and down once more before entering the class. Everyone stops talking when they see a girl with purple hair. It's actually pretty hot. I mean, how often do girls have coloured hair. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Bridget, she is from America as you can tell from her accent." The teacher says. He shows her to her seat. Right in the very middle. As she walks to her seat all the guys in the front turn to look at her ass. "Emmit, as for you, this is your 12th late in the past month, care to tell me the excuse you've made up this time. Better yet, why don't I just send you down to the office now and you could get suspended." The ass tells me.
I'm at a loss for words. This jerk is the biggest effing jerk I've met. Then something happens I never would've expected. The hot purple haired girl raises her hand and says. "H-he was just helping me. I met him in the parking lot and I got lost. And I'm not American. I'm from Canada." I'm utterly amazed at her lie. She glares at me then looks back at the teacher.
"Well, Emmit, we are wasting time please take your seat.
