//London Life\\

#1

"Zara! It's about time to wake up don't you think?"
Zara was awoken by her mom's voice, shouting from the kitchen.
She stretched and looked at her laptop,
She must've fallen asleep whilst finishing her project for social studies...
Wait...
"SOCIAL STUDIES PROJECT?! Wasn't that due Today?!"
She looked at her phone... It was 8:36am.
"Mom! I'm late! Why couldn't you wake me up earlier?"
Zara exclaimed angrily, as she frantically looked for something decent to wear.
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Minutes later she was running as fast as she could. Zara was a student of Lutterworth College, and she was very late for her final mathematics exam this month. Luckily the school was just around the corner from where she lived...
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Zara barged into her class, her hair all messed up, and revision cards falling out of her pockets. She frantically took out a pencil and grabbed the test off the teacher's desk.
"So sorry I'm late Mr Bramble!"
She mumbled, breathing heavily.
He looked at her and raised one of his big, bushy eyebrows, then glanced at the class register shaking his head disappointingly.
"Zara... It's your sixth late this month!"
He snapped.
"I-I'm so sorry..."
She looked down at her feet.
"You should think about maths instead of daydreaming off listening to music in class Zara. Now please take a seat and don't even try to make me angry again!"
He said raising his voice slightly.
Zara threw her bag on the back of her chair and sat down, test paper in front of her.
"Algebra... why algebra..."
She thought, panicked thoughts flying in around in her head...
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2 hours later, Zara was heading to music class. Her favorite class.
At least she had something to look forward to.
The maths test went horribly, she didn't understand half of the questions and ran out of time for the last one...
She wasn't the best at maths anyway.
Besides, the only subject she enjoyed was music.
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She sat down next to the music room door and glanced at her watch. '9:04'
She had 6 minutes of her break left. Without even thinking, she reached her hand inside of her small, black and white striped drawstring bag and took out a pair of unicorn shaped headphones (that she could never part with) and plugged them into her space grey iPhone SE.
she opened up her 'Music xoxo' folder and clicked the 'play playlist' button. She closed her eyes, and listened to every sound of the song 'Scars till you're beautiful' as carefully as she could, tapping out the rhythm on her leg.
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The bell rang. Followed by the loud hustle of teenagers, rushing to get to their classes and teachers frantically trying to quiet them out.
Zara rolled her eyes at all of this.
Suddenly Miss Autumn, the year 12's music teacher walked out of the music room and clapped her hands slowly 3 times (Which she always did for some bizarre reason) and smiled at all of her students, who miraculously managed to quiet down for once. Miss Autumn was a strict-natured, unusual-looking woman in her sixties. She wasn't married, but was very pretty for an elderly woman. Her hair, dyed a fading away cherry red color, was long and held on the top of her head by a large hair clip, covered in leopard prints. She had grey, monotone eyes that could pierce through your soul. She didn't have many wrinkles on her face, that was always covered in a thick layer of nicely done makeup. Her lipstick was as red as a freshly picked red apple.
"Come in my children"
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Zara took her seat at the furthest desk by the exit. A few moments later Nancy Pallet, Zara's always beaming classmate and closest friend, sat beside her. (Smiling as always)
"Hi Nance"
Zara mumbled and began scratching off the remaining purple nail polish that she forgot to remove from yesterday.
"Hey Zara"
Nance replied with a small smile whilst taking out all of her stationary and organizing it neatly on her half of the desk. She then glanced over at Zara's half. A messy, grey (once white) pencil case lay tipped over on it, chewed pencils tipping everywhere out of it, along with crumpled up, unwanted and old music notes and lyrics.
"H-how was your day so far?
Nance asked her, trying to get her mind of the terror that was Zara's desk.
"Ok I guess. Just another late marked by my name, and a 3/4 finished maths test."
Zara replied sarcastically. She finished picking her nail polish and grabbed a piece of ruled paper, scribbling some music notes on it...
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The lesson ended in no time at all.
So did the rest of the day really.
The sound of gossiping teenagers started all over again, being the loudest that it was all day.
Students were pouring out of the exits, heading their own directions.
Zara was about to become one of them, when a cold hand touched her shoulder.
She stopped, frozen a little, and slowly looked back at the person holding her shoulder.
An unknown boy stood there looking at her reluctantly. His tie was scruffy, so was his chocolate-colored hair, a part of it was covering his left eye completely. He was quite tall and slim. He was looking at her with one, hazel, right eye.
In his hand he was holding a pile of leaflets.
"The head asked me to hand this out to all girls that I could find. Mrs Isleton needs help with some stuff."
He passed her one of them, boredom and reluctance reeking from the sound of his voice, and walked on, giving a random female specimen another leaflet every once in a while.
Zara crumpled up the leaflet she was given and threw it carelessly into her bag...
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Zara walked. Her long, dark brown hair fell on her face. She looked up at the clouds and felt a drop of water fall on her face. It was cold. She breathed in, then out, a small cloud of her warm breath swirled in the air. The pattering of rain grew louder and she started to pace faster...

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