art class - zayn malik

Chapter 1

First days of school are always the worst. But lucky for me this is my last first day of school.

Slowly I open my eyes. I've never been a morning person so I literally roll out of bed and collapse on the floor. Right on cue my mum comes in chirpy as always.

"Morning darling, time to get up" she says perkily whilst letting the horrid sunlight beam into my room. I grunt still lying face down on the floor."Your breakfast will be ready soon I don't want you being late for your first day hunny"

All I do is grunt again because I know that will make her leave because she hates it when I just grunt to her. When I hear my door close I lift myself up off the floor and drag myself over to the mirror. I take one look in the mirror and all I can do is laugh. My pixie cut brown hair is a mess, like almost an afro and my face looks like it's just been ran over by three trucks. I slowly make myself presentable to the outside world by brushing through my crazy hair and putting on my make up for the day.

"Breakfast!" I hear my mum shout. Even though I am literally two rooms down from the kitchen she still feels the need to shout as loud as she can.

I walk out into the kitchen just as mum was leaving for work. "Bye darling" she says and kisses me on the cheek.

"Bye mum have a great day" I say back. I start eating my breakfast and wait for the sound of the car fully left the driveway before i ditch the breakfast and go back to my room.

I go into my closet and pick out a different outfit. Black ripped skinny jeans and a jean jacket today for me. I take off my girly light pink jeans and plain white t-shirt. It's a nice outfit and all, just not for my type. I tease my hair a bit so it doesn't look so... Neat.

This has been my routine for the past 3 years. In the first year of high school I was a little good girl. I loved getting good grades and had a nice little group of friends. I got bored with that life and no one outside of my friends knew me. I wanted a reputation. Blending in wasn't doing that so I changed it up a little. My mum has never found out about this. She still thinks I'm a straight A student who only goes to the library. I haven't told her because I know for a fact that she would flip her shit. I wouldn't be allowed out of the house if she knew about the 'real' me, the bad girl of Avondale high, that was who I was. I got straight A's still because I got the nerds to do my homework. As cliche as it is, it still worked.

I took a final look in the mirror. My hair was a little teased throughout it and my eyes had a little more darker eyeliner around them now. It made the blue of my eyes pop but also made me look scarier than I actually was.

'Here goes my first last day'. I thought to myself. And chucked my bag over my shoulder and walked out. How fun.

AUTHORS NOTE

I KNOW ITS KIND OF BORING BUT ITS FIRST CHAPTER AND FIRST CHAPTERS ARE ALWAYS BORING. JUST ROLL WITH IT.