Louis Tomlinsons daughter. (One Direction)

Chapter 3

This chapter is kinda messed up,  there js a little bit of the last chapter in this chapter. Just ignore it. But continue on!

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"Wake up! We're going to be late!" Dad shouted.

"Ugh! 5 more minutes!"

"You said that 5 minutes ago, love."

I got up and went to my closet and changed into a light blue dress, with black legging, black vans, and a black and white scarf.

I went downstairs and saw Uncle Harry making pancakes!

"Here you go Elsa."

"Thank you!"

When we all finished breakfast, we went to the car and drove to school. We have to be there an hour early because of them being teachers. But I usually hang out in the band room.

"Come on, Elsa." Uncle Liam said.

I got out and went to the band room with my dad.

"So what are we doing today, paps?"

"Haha, umm, Flash Flood and the book."

Ugh! I hate the book. We do the same numbers over and over again... Bleh!

I stayed there jumping around, goofing off until I got in trouble and had to go to class since it was starting in 10 minutes.

"Hey Uncle Harry!"

"Hey baby girl."

I went over and sat in his chair.

My schedule is basically like this:

1&2nd period. L.A Mr.Styles.

3rd period. Science. Mr.Horan.

4th Period. Soc. Studies. Mr.Payne.

5th period. Math. Mr.Malik.

××××××××××LUNCH.×××××××××××

6th period. Art. Mrs.Rose.

7th period. Band. Mr.Tomlinson

I was playing on my phone when I saw Uncle Harry writing on the board.

●Word of the day.

●Vocabulary quiz.

● Journals.

Wait a second. Vocab quiz.... Vocab quiz... VOCAB QUIZ!

Oh shit! Whoops! Oh crap! He's going to kill me! I didn't study because I fell asleep in the car last night!

All the students started coming in and sutting in there seats.

"Go to your seat, Elsa." Uncle Harry said.

Ugh...

"Ok."

I got up and went to my seat next to my best friend Anna. ((A/N yeah, yeah... Frozen Disney character names. Don't judge! (; ))

"So, how's it going?" She asked.

"Ehh..."

"Did you hear that Tyler and Jessica broke up?!" She asked.

Tyler is the cutest guy in the school. We talk all the time when we can. He's really sweet.

"Oh my god! Are you serious?!"

"Yeah, and I heard that he has a crush on y-"

"Anna, Elsa, anything you want to share?" Uncle Harry asked.

"Nope!" I said popping the 'p'.

"Pay attention."

"Whatever..." I mumbled.

This is what it is like having them for teachers. They know everything and you get in more trouble for it.

"Ok class, today we have a Vocabulary quiz, hope you all studied." Uncle Harry said.

"I totally forgot to study. He told me too, but I fell asleep!" I told Anna.

"Oh! I forgot too! Shiiiiit, we're screwed!" Anna said.

He passed out the tests, and I knew I was screwed.

Um... A, C, D, B, F, E.....

Well, it was worth a shot....

We all passed them forward and wrote in our journals.

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It was near the end of the day and I was on my way to band class. Daddys class!

I walked in and it was empty. Daddys back was towards me! Hehe!

I ran and jumped on his back.

"Shi-out! What are yo-Elsa! Get off me now!" Dad shouted.

"Ooooh! Daddys little girl got in trouble!" Brooke said.

Brooke is the biggest bitch in my school. She cakes her face with make-up. Makes out with anyone she can. And just, EW!

"Shut the hell up!" I snarled.

"Elsa! Get in my office!" Dad said.

"Ugh!"

I walked over to his office and sat in his chair. This band room have lockers to keep you instruments in, and there is a little office thing with glass walls and a door. And the walls are sound proof, but you can see what's happening. My friend said one time when he was yelling at me, she didn't hear anything. Which means, more privacy to get in trouble.

Dad walked in and closed the door.

"What the hell was that?!"

"I'm not going to sit here and get made fun of!"

"Listen! Keep your mouth shut and get back in there."

"Whatever." I mumbled getting up and sitting down with my clarinet in hand.

"Hey!" Amanda said.

"Hey.."

"Get in trouble again?"

"Yeah! All I said to Brooke was, shut the hell up!" I exclaimed.

"Well she deserved it."

"Try telling my dad that."

"Ok class, turn to page 11." Dad said.

I hate this. We do the exact same thing every time. Page 11, number 45,46,47 and 48. Every freaking time.

"Are we ever going to do something else?" I questioned.

"Elsa.." He warned.

"1. 2. 3. 4!"

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