The Boy Next Door (Editing and Rewriting)

Chapter 1

Authors Note: Okay so heres the first chapter of my new story, enjoy

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I reached over and turned off the alarm before it drove me insane, getting up and out of bed I hear a thunk; the book I was reading last night hitting the floor. I don’t usually read a book before I go to bed otherwise I never go to sleep but I had to last night. Today is the first day of a new school year and I couldn’t sleep, I was too busy thinking about the new school. You see, my dad is some sort of high end business man and his job made him move out to London last year. Since my mum is an author, and can do her work anywhere, we went with him. Of course no one asked the child what she wants, I was only 16 back then, what could I possibly know about the hardships of life.

So that was that, I had to pack up my whole life at the end of freshman year and move out to London. Most people think London and think yay, well try living here, over the past year I have barely seen any sunshine at all, it’s all rain and cold and dull. It is the complete opposite to California, where I used to live, and I miss it.

The plus side is I don’t miss my friends, but that’s only because I had like one friend in the whole school. It wasn’t really my fault; I just wasn’t like any of those girls. They all liked shopping, makeup and fashion whereas I liked books, music and comfortable clothes. There is no difference between the girls in London and the girls in Cali, they all like the same stuff, all the stuff I couldn’t care less about. So it goes without saying that I don’t have very many friends here either, in fact I have less here than I did back in Cali. Don’t get me wrong, some of the girls and boys at school talk to me. I just couldn’t care less for their conversations, in the boys case the only things they talk about are; football, basketball, parties and other sports. I was never good at sports and most parties are too crowded for my taste, so I choose not to attend, not that I’m invited. And the girls conversations mainly consisted of; clothes, shoes, makeup and boys, all of which I wasn’t very good at. My only real friends are in between the covers of all of my books and in the sound that comes out of the speakers.

I don’t mind it actually, most people would hate the fact that they have no real friends but I don’t. I only had three years left of school at that point, now only two, so it wasn’t that bad.

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            I have to turn the alarm off again since I didn’t get out of bed fast enough, after turning off the alarm for a second time I get up and head to the bathroom to take shower. Putting the shower on hot to wake up all of my muscles, I get in.

            Getting out of the boiling hot shower I wrap a fluffy towel around my damp body and head to get my clothes. I pick out my black figure hugging sweatpants, my black ugg boots, a dark blue tank top and my oversized black hoodie pullover. Warm clothes, because even though it’s September and still summer here in England it’s freezing outside. After drying my damp hair I throw on the clothes and head downstairs to grab some breakfast and head out to school.

Somehow, even though the sun is out the wind is still very strong, at this point I am very glad I put on my hoodie. The walk to school is short and simple, I just have to walk down the road, turn right onto another road, a road that has the school at the end. The street that I live on is usually empty; only four other houses on this street are occupied. The house on the left of mine is occupied by Ms. Glads, she’s a lovely old lady and she always seems to be baking something. The house next to mine is empty; and it’s been that way ever since I moved in. The three houses on the other side of the street are also occupied again by some lovely elderly couples. There is no one that lives on this street under the age of 30 besides me, I’m the only one but I don’t mind.

Since the walk to school isn’t that long so I manage to make it there in just over five minutes. Most days I wish that the walk took longer; it would give me more time to think before I walk through the school doors. The mere act of walking through the doors, which is what I am doing right now, is not what scares me but rather what waits for me inside. The groupings and the social rankings, the way that every little thing you do is judged, that is what scares me the most.  Wearing the wrong clothes or saying the wrong thing in a place like this can haunt you for the rest of your high school career.

“Oh look what the cat dragged in” a voice says, pulling me out of my thoughts, I look up and see Katie and her two girls. Taylor and Helena, together the three of them make up the most terrifying group of girls in this school.

“Yeah, after dragging her through a bush backwards” I hear Taylor say, okay so what I was saying before about the kids at school tolerating me was mostly true. Everyone except the popular kids are like that, but they are like that with everyone, right? Either way I’ve gotten over it, I’ve learnt to ignore it; like all the songs say, the bullies don’t matter. I walk away from Katie and her clique and head to the front office to get my schedule instead. 

Authors Note: Okay I am in serious need of some teachers names please help me, and thanks to @bookfandomsnerd200 for the help with the names :) it was very helpful

Question: who knows the band Switchfoot? If you don't then go listen to some of their songs! They are amazing like seriously wow.

Question 2: who has watched the movie "A Walk to Remember" I just watched it for the second time and I was nearly in tears like wow, it's amazing, sad but amazing and so sweet. Why can't all guys be like the ones in movies and books? *tear*

Okay I hope you enjoyed that please comment what you thought, also include some name ideas with descriptions (I'll give you credit I promise) thanks a ton!