Life for the imperfect-chapter two

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First period was math. My favourite subject. Nate and I managed to get to know each other during that class because we both already knew everything that we went over.

I found out a lot, from what books he liked(the same as me), to who he knew from primary school (one boy in our class named Kyle Johnson, who was a follower of the 'popular' group) and which movies he liked(also the same as mine).

Apparently, we weren't the only ones not paying attention to the teacher. The entire class was really loud and I got a note thrown at the back of my head. I looked to see what it said, which was "Aw how cute."

I glared in the direction it came from and saw this kid named Danny Arthur, a.k.a. Mr Popular, laughing at me with all his buffoons.

Seriously, they think they are all that, just because they are 'hot' and 'cute'. Not that they are, they just think they are. Danny has light brown hair about an inch and a half long. He was the only one of his friends who didn't coat it in gel every day. Unlike his friends, Danny worked out. His friends were just chubby.

Danny's friend group consisted mainly of him, Kyle, and a boy named Jack.

I honestly couldn't believe how quickly our class had divided itself into it's cliques. Everyone suddenly assumed that they knew exactly who everyone was and who their friends should be.

I found that the girl who picked on me was named Reena and her imbecile hench-women were Tina and Lina. I'm not even kidding. They were actually twins.

The rest of my first day went by the same as first period. I was picked on by popular people and hung out with Nate all day.

When I got home, I was immediately questioned by my mother. 'Conspicuously', of course. She would say very non-obvious things, like "Hey, let's do what we used to do when you were five and tell each other about our days." or "At twelve o'clock today, I was doing laundry. Just for fun, tell me what did at that time."

Eventually I cracked and said, "Shut up, I'll just tell you." and told her everything.

Then she got really embarrassing, she started going on about, is Nate cute and things like that.

I answered yes, and when she got really excited I finished, "like a little brother."

Then she got really disappointed. I cracked it at her about how we're just friends and she should shut up about it and she was really embarrassing.

Of course Dad, as usual, was just skulking in his study, working on the computer. He came down for dinner and then went back up to eat in there. Meanwhile, Mum asked me if any kids had been mean yet, and I told her about Reena and Danny.

I went upstairs to bed, although it was only 8:00. I was reading the book again, I was almost finished. It was just getting to the good bit, when Mum told me to go to sleep. I ignored her and didn't sleep until I finished the book.

The next day I woke up at 7:00 and went straight downstairs. I got my favourite cereal, Coco Pops, and sat in the living room eating and watching the news. There was nothing interesting happening anywhere near our town so when I finished brekkie, I turned it off.

After brushing my teeth and hair and getting dressed, I was ready for school. Mum gave me $5.00 for lunch and I went to the bus. Dad was still in bed because he stayed up late working.

School went the same as it had yesterday, I went to The Library to return my book and borrow the next one, 'Betrayed', and went to home room.

Home room was slightly less eventful today, as everyone now sort of knew each other. I however, only knew about 5 names, including my own.

The rest of the day went by without a hitch, there was only mild teasing and I hung out with Nate all day.

However as I got home, I heard screaming.

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AUTHORS NOTE

I just wanna get something straight, some people might think that this is cliché or stupid or predictable, but if you don't like it don't read.

if, however, you like it, thanks so much

DANNY ON THE SIDE AS ALEX PETTYFER (back in Alex Rider)

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