Hannah Harewood loves music. So when she gets the chance to on her school's music trip, she is delighted.
There, she meets the dreamy Steve, the boy of Hannah's dreams. But when tragedy strikes, Hannah's not so sure anymore. Because is it really possible to date an angel?
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Chapter One-
This is it.
I'm fat. That's probably the reason I don't have a boyfriend. Not that I care. But everyone else seems to.
As I walk into our classroom at eight thirty am everyone stares and whispers. My face turns bright red as I head to my seat. I feel twenty pairs of eyes follow me as I walk. This puts me under pressure and I go redder and redder and redder (if that's even possible).
I hear the whispers grow louder and louder until I'm screaming inside my head. They're cruel mean words like, "OMG, she's soo fat! No wonder she doesn't have a boyfriend!" and, "What is any boy ever going to see in her?"
I've always tried to laugh it off. I've tried not to care. But it never seems to work.
I try to distract myself with that new piano piece Miss Meadows taught me in my music lesson the other day. It doesn't work. It never does. I love my music. And I don't ever want to let any boy get in the way of that. That's all I ever want to do, play the piano. Each day I get in through the front door, throw my bag down and race to sit down at the piano in my bedroom. I sometimes sit there for hours on end; playing almost every single song I've ever been taught. Even the really easy ones like twinkle twinkle little star.
That's the only lesson I like, music. But now it's French and I'm stuck in room 107 with this bunch of morons.
Miss Capricorn starts the lesson. We're revising today, for our end of topic test. Boring. I'm so bad at French that there's no point in me revising. It's useless. I'm only going to get an 'F' anyway.
Lily Markus is sat beside me. She's by far the meanest girl in my class. She used to be my best friend until she became all high and mighty and decided I wasn't a good enough friend for her.
I flick through my French notes, scanning through the vocabulary. My head faces the paper but my eyes don't move. I just want to go home and sit at my piano, lost in my world of music.
I wait for the bell to ring so that I can go to my next lesson, music, at last. So I sit and daydream for the duration of my French lesson.
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The bell goes. At last! I'm always the first one to get to music. Everyone always makes fun of me and calls me a boffin but I don't care; I just want to get started!
I'm excited as I walk into room 64. My heart leaps as I step inside and I run to bag the best piano.
I'm so embraced with my music that I barely notice the rest of the class fumble in, miserable and bored, "Oh typical Hannah," they whisper, "Always the first one here. Boffin!" (Told you)
That's me, Hannah, Hannah Harewood. A simple straightforward name to match a simple, straightforward girl. i have long brown hair that I leave loose every day. I'm quiet and I like to hide behind my hair. i like to hide my big, scared brown eyes and blushing pink cheeks.
I sit in my music class, lost in my own world. Miss Meadows comes over every so often to give me tips. I accept them and take them on board but before long 'ding' the bell goes. Music lesson always goes so fast. It's so unfair! It's break now and I spend it in the practice rooms I always do.
