My Little Star (Fetus Harry Styles)

End of Part 1

Today is my first day of school and I'm hoping that I can make some friends and fit in as easily as possible. I walk into first block right before the bell rings and as I do everyone stares, and stares, and stares. I search around the room hoping to see one of my new friends faces but the only familiar face I find is Stephanie's. I'm begging to think she doesn't like me. This morning my alarm didn't go off because she had unplugged it while I was asleep and replaced it with the plug for her hair dryer, as even then she didn't even bother to wake me up when it was time for class which caused me to miss breakfast hour and I've had to survive off an apple I had in my backpack.

I see her sat up at the seat in the front of the class glaring at my shoes.

"Ahh, you must be Edith?" asks the teacher.

"Yes, sir but adults call me Eddie, students call me Ed." I say still unsure of where to sit since it looks to me like all the seats are filled.

"I'm Mr.Vineyard. Welcome to English."

I can hear people snickering from the back of the class.

"Well aren't you going to take a seat?" he asks, impatiently.

"Yes sir." I look around still without luck until someone finally says from the left, "She doesn't have a place to sit!"

"Oh, very well then you'll just have to sit by me." he says, pointing me to the desk next to his.

It couldn't get any worse than this, having to sit by the teacher on the first day.

"Before we start does anyone have any forms they'd like to turn in to me?" He asks, looking at Stephanie.

She smiles with tight lips and hands him the form.

"Thank you, darling." he says, taking the paper, "anyone else?" he asks. A couple of other people and I hand our forms to him.

"You like art?" he asks.

"Yes, sir."

"You have try out for this club, I don't know if they did that back where you're from."

"They didn't but I'm aware."

"Okay, just making sure."

After class he calls all of the students who turned in forms to stay after class.

"Is this all of you?" he asks, clearing his throat. We all nod in unison.

"Hmm.. I'm used to a larger amount of students signing up for this." He refers to over half the empty seats in the class.

"Maybe this year the wanna bees knew they wouldn't have what it takes." says Stephanie.

"Maybe, then again, I do see some new faces who might not know our standards."

Stephanie automatically looks at me, along with everyone else in the room.

"Well, anyway I've called you all here to give you your auditioning piece but since there's so little of you I think that if we want art club at all I'll have to keep all of you. So instead if calling this your auditioning piece we'll call this your opening piece. I want you all to paint a self portrait of yourself."

Oh no.

"Since this is your first assignment I'll give you time to work on it in art club. This Wednesday we will be going down to the public school and you can complete your assignment then."

The rest of my classes go along about the same, not knowing anybody and seated at the back of the room.

Tuesday is just a repetition if that except for today Samone walks me to each class. She was sick yesterday so I had to find my own way around campus.

Finally, Wednesday comes. We board the bus to Holmes Chapel Contemporary, I sit alone as usual.

"Hey, Eddie, we're going to a public school you know?" Stephanie smiles, turning around in her seat.

"Yeah I know."

"But you should be used to that, figuring that you used to go to one."

The other girls around start snickering and whispering making sure to eye me every few words.

"How'd you know that?"

"We share a room. I've seen your clothes, and by what I've seen it's kind of obvious."

I just look out the window the rest of the ride, she sits waiting for me to respond so that she can attack me again for the amusement of her friends but I'm not giving her that advantage.

When we finally arrive at the school an orange faced Stephanie turns around with even more makeup piled on her face than before.

"Try not to get lost."

"Thanks?"

After we all get off the bus I follow one of Stephanie's smallest friends, Sonia. We wait as Mr. Vineyard unlocks the door at the dead end of the main hall. After he does he takes one step in and almost immediately takes one step out and scratches his almost bad head. The rest of us take a small peak in and see wet paint signs all over the room. The retched smell of paint filled me up so I (like Mr. Vineyard) I almost immediately took a step back.

"Looks like they chose this week to paint," says Mr. Vineyard locking the door.

"So what are we going to do now?" Asks Stephanie.

"I can ask an old friend of mine who teaches here if we can use his room but he has a class right now so we can't exactly get to work right away, we'll have to wait until this class is through."

He guides us down the opposite side if the hall, walks us to a rather large room, and knocks.

"Ello' there, Vineyard!" says a cheery man with large pink cheeks and a small mustache with a few grey hairs poking out.

After explaining our dilemma the man welcomes Mr. Vineyard and the rest of us into his classroom, we all sit in chairs against the left side of the room. The students all stop their chatting and stare as if they've never seen uniforms before.

"Class, these students from Hammond will be using our class today so they'll be here until the end of class. Please, behave yourselves."

"Yes sir," says the class in unison.

I see Stephanie walk to the back of the room and sit with a group of boys while I study the new faces. I'm so bored I think I accidentally pay attention to his lecture. I can't help but notice the most annoying laughs in the back of the classroom, I look over to see what's happening.

It looks like some idiot friend of Stephanie has gotten his hand taped to a desk and she's say there recording it.

Wait a second.

That's not just any idiot.

That's my idiot.

That's Harry.

At last.