The Unbreakable Chain

Introduction

Don't you just hate it when you lose your phone charger. Like honestly, I feel like they have a mind of their own.

"Honey, your going to be late for school." My mom exclaimed as I walked past her. I grabbed an apple, my car keys, and my backpack and closed the door within seconds.

This is basically my everyday routine and it can get very boring. For those wandering I am a senior in high school. I just have two months, 10 days, 5 hours, 11 minutes and 50 seconds before I am officially a graduate. Let's just say I really want it to get here quick.

I got into my car and started it. I have a white Camaro and its my baby. I have had it since last summer and it's honestly grown on me. I adjusted my side mirror and started to pull out of my driveway. As I was pulling out, I noticed a guy dressed in black skinny jeans and a white v-neck. I couldn't really get a good glance at this face. His head was literally in between his feet as he walked, not taking his eyes off the floor.

I guess he might be new around here. Then again we could be someone I just wasn't familiar with. I decided not to think about it that much as I continued driving.
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"Late again Mrs. Carismi?"

I knew that voice well. A little too well for my liking. Without having to look back, I could already make out who it was.

"Mrs. Miller, how are you?" I asked her with the biggest fake smile I could master.

"Cut the bullshit Bella, I know you don't care about how I'm feeling. Get your butt to class right this minute!"

I nodded and made my way to first hour. Where I spend my morning you ask? Biology two, isn't it lovely.

I walked in late as usual and walked over to my desk. I took a seat and got out my notebook. Who was that guy? I don't know why but something about him was odd. I don't even know why I'm thinking about him, I shouldn't be wasting my time thinking about that creep anyway.

There was a knock at the door that surely snapped me out of my thoughts. Mr. Fitz went to answer the door and in came the guy from earlier , or as I nicknamed him the creep.