-Tom's POV-
I got out of bed, and entered the bathroom. I hurried downstairs half naked after taking a shower. I got my backpack, my guitar and my skateboard altogether while quickly changing into some baggy pants, my yellow cap and some regular shirt and shoes. I got a piece of bread with peanut butter and grabbed a Sunny Delight from the fridge and got out the door while yelling goodbye to my family which were probably snoring. Damn I was late on my first day of school. And not any school, I got kicked out of Poway High where all my friends are at, so now I was attending Rancho Bernardo High.
I skated past Mark’s house which was a couple of blocks down from mine and remembered about the other day he came over. That letter. That tour. It could change our lives.
I stopped daydreaming when I realized it was 7:30 and had only 15 minutes ‘til I was late. I recognized the school location because it was close to my ex-girlfriend’s house, and shit, now that I remember, she also attends Rancho Bernardo High. I skated past her block, flicking off and yelling a series of cuss words at her home while passing by. That bitch dumped me for an asshole. Actually, she cheated on me.
So, as I was saying. I arrived 7:40 and while trying to push my thoughts away, I spotted a girl almost running to the entrance of our school building. She looked like a mess, but she was fucking beautiful. As I entered the building, I slowed down and jumped off my skateboard then picked it up, walking almost behind her, following her steps, following her scent. I finally got a quick glance of her face.
Yes, she was beautiful.
She had a lip ring and I could guess she had little or no makeup on, which made her really different from a lot of the other chicks, though I bet she was one of those fucking popular girls here that are always talking about girly stuff and has a lot of boyfriends at the same time, I’m guessing. Anyways, I’m gonna get a tardy slip if I don’t get to my first period before 7:45 ‘cause I heard that here they’re a lot more stricter. Hopefully I’ll get kicked out of school again and sooner.
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Story Of A Lonely Girl
FanfictionA fanfic about music, tours, school, friends, family, depression and really crappy love stuff. yeah i suck at making summaries. Disclaimer: i don't own blink-182 (or Tom DeLonge). They own me.
