The Art of Fitting In.

Chapter One - Running Late

Kathleen's POV

"Kathleen Franklin, get your arse down here now, or you will be late for school!"

My mother often shouted at the top of her lungs, just to get me to hurry up. But I rolled out of bed anyway, and pulled on some dark blue jeans, and my 'Keep Calm and Eat Fries' long sleeve t-shirt. I then managed to scrounge up some army green converse shoes with my white socks, and my poofy, grey, water-proof jumper, because it was windy and rainy outside. I shoved my light brown, frizzy, crappy excuse for hair into a ponytail. I ran into the kitchen from the other side of the house, where the bathroom just happens to be, cooked some toast, grabbed my purse and my schoolbag, got in the car and ate breakfast on the way.

As I ate and watched the rain splatter on the windows, my younger brother got praise from my parents for helping with the chores this morning, before I got lectured about the importance of helping in the house and getting up earlier. It was my first day at Etherwood High, and me being 16, it's not the best day for me, especially since I just moved away from my hometown. I was really nervous for school, because being new, and being a lesbian, there is really no escape from the embarrassment called my life.

~~ Time skip to at school~~

After I got my timetable and put my books into locker 365 (I still can't think of it as my own yet), I went to my first class, gym/HPE (A/N: I know that they are the same thing, it's just that lots of people know them under different names). With someone named Miss Wilson. I hate new schools. I didn't even know where classroom P3 is. I think it is either an oval, or it's a classroom. Whilst I was wondering all these things, I accidently run into the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Instead of dark, old jeans like mine, she was wearing a green mini skirt, with a white collared shirt and a small pink bow-tie, with her caramel brown hair up in a messy bun on the crown of her head. She was wearing rainbow converse shoes with wings, like the shoes in the Percy Jackson series. She was absolutely gorgeous. I was pulled out of my fantasies by her voice, which was like a tinkled, if you understand what I mean.

"I am so sorry, are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. A-are you okay?"

Oh. My. God. She was asking if I was okay, and there I was stuttering like a fool.

"Oh, I am absolutely fine. My name is Noelle, by the way." She laughed, which sounded like a thousand fairy bells ringing.

"Um... My n-name is K-kathleen, but everyone calls me Kath."

"Okay. Are you looking for your classroom, Kathleen? What do you have?"

Most of all, I could not stop looking at her eyes. They were the most magnificent blue, like jacksepticeye's eyes.

"Oh. Um... I have gym. Er... in P3. Could you take me there, please? I am new, and have literally no idea of where I am going. But only if you wanted to. You don't have to. I mean you probably won't wa-"

"Relax. I will show you where it is." Noelle said. Then she laughed again.

After I had said goodbye to Noelle, and walked into gym (we were doing theory, P3 was a classroom), I got out my book and tried to concentrate, but it was really hard. All I could think about was Noelle. I told myself she was probably straight, and had a boyfriend. That shut me up and made me do my schoolwork.

Noelle's POV

Oh my god. When I saw that girl, all I wanted to do was take her home with me. She was absolutely gorgeous. Even if she was wearing a "Keep Calm and Eat Fries" t-shirt. But, like all the cute girls, she was probably straight. I mean, I have been crushing on girls since I was in Grade Seven. And all the girls I crush on, are straight. But OMG, the unspeakable things I want to do to her. I couldn't help thinking like this. She was just so goddamn cute. I know I should be straight like every other fucking normal person my age. Just, who would want a guy over a girl? I wouldn't. And the way she stuttered was just adorable.

All I remember from that point is how much I wished that she wasn't straight...Which, of course, was absolutely absurd, I know. I mean, it is my mind that I have to live with. I know that I am rambling and all, but I just want a girl to love me the way I love her. I know that this sounds so cheesy, but that is, like, my top wish. Like I said, she stuttered, and I'd love to say it was because of me. Anyway, I was going to English, I am usually a fantastic student, but today I was thinking about Kathleen. I couldn't get her out if my mind, when Mrs Dean's fucking voice pulls me out of my day-dream. I absolutely loathe Mrs Dean (she is an evil 84-year-old), but I listened to her droning voice to make my parents happy with my grades. Needless to say, she got me into trouble for day-dreaming.

"Noelle Green, have you been listening to me for the past 15 minutes, or have you been in La-La Land?" She laughed with the class.

"Mrs Dean, would you like me to propose a certain matter to the class, or am I going to quietly sit down and do my work?" I improvised, as last year I caught her in the department store, looking at lingerie for a 20-year-old. Anyhow, the class laughed at her now, and she chose the latter. That felt really, really good. I had never done that until then, and it felt fantastic. 

(A/N: Sorry if you guys don't like it. It is my first book, and please comment if I need more characters, or if you think of a cool scene you want me to put in it. I know all this lesbian stuff can be a bit weird, but - with myself being homosexual - it does exist and we need to acknowledge it. Anyway, I may not post for a few days, but if it gets too long without another chapter, please comment to tell me so. Thanks guys, and I hoped you liked it!)