ELS PROV:
" El it's time to get up" my father yelled, I groaned, getting up and quickly heading to my bathroom so I can start getting ready, I quickly brushed my teeth and began looking for something to wear, I figured I'd just wear a pair of my favorite light washed ripped jeans and a white long sleeved v-neck with my black and white converse. I lightly applied some makeup in the bathroom so I don't look to bad on my first day.I didn't know what to think, starting at a new school, in a new town, where I don't know anyone. I hated moving, especially moving all the way to Manchester from New York, it was a really big change for me, but I really needed a fresh start especially from everything that happens with Conner.
As soon as I was done finishing getting ready, I grabbed my phone from my nightstand. I hopped downstairs and about to head out to my brothers car not wanting to take my car, since we're both going to the same place. We said goodbye to our parents, soon heading to school together, (we were both in our final year of high school.) I just looked out the window, Taking in the view that was in front of me. Everything was so beautiful. When we finally made it to school, I went straight passed my brother and quickly tried to figure out where my first period class was because I didn't want to be late on my first day . My brother on the other hand didn't really care and took his sweet time getting out of the car, he was a little rebel, always ditching and hanging out with the other bad kids, at least back at home he did, I on the other hand am quite the opposite, I always got straight A's, always on time, never had any late assignments, never skipped. I hated disappointing people, especially my parents.
As I was walking through the halls, it was inevitable that I was lost but I didn't want to ask for help, I was to stubborn to ask for help, trying to figure it out by myself , I began looking over my schedule again , as I walked. Right before I was about to look up, I bumped into something... hard. I was knocked off my feet. " watch where your going " i heard a deep voice say, before I even had the chance to say sorry or even get a look at him, he was already walking away. I huffed. I quickly got up, quickly making my way to class...
My first class was English, my favorite subject. Once I got through the door, I was early, barley any students in the classroom, Right away I was greeted by my teacher. She was fairly young. Maybe in her late 40's. " good morning" she said, I gave her a a faint smile " good morning" I said back quietly. I quickly found a seat in the back. I opened my backpack and took out my binder, ready to start the day. Once the bell rang, Students started to fill the classroom, finding their seats. Right when the teacher was about to close the door, a boy dressed in all back with brown curly hair and tattoos walked in. He Grabbed the door and swung it open, so he can get in. " never on time mr Styles" he huffed without saying a word back. Clearly annoyed with her. He was beautiful, there's no denying that but you can tell he was full of himself. The class began as soon as he sat down, every girl looking at him. Wanting him to sit next to them but instead he sat right next to me in the back. The teacher, known as Mrs. White began to teach. I was fairly concentrated, feeling as though someone was staring at me. I looked around. Finding that the boy was looking straight at me, as soon as we made eye contact I looked away. Feeling quite uncomfortable. Throughout the whole class I felt his stare but decided to just ignore him and pay attention to Mrs white, before I knew it class had ending as I began walking out, I bump into " mr Styles".
" watch where your going doll face " I immediately recognized his voice. He's the boy that I ran into this morning. " sorry" I quickly said. Walking away quickly, to my next class.
As school ended, I started heading toward the school parking lot. Looking for my brothers car. On the way there, I spotted the curly haired boy with my brother. I began walking towards them. Once I reached them, the curly haired boy instantly looked at me. " this is my sister Elizabeth" my brother said, he continued staring. " Harry" he mutters. " nice to meet you" I said. I left the awkward Situation, and hopped into the passengers side Soon after that " Harry" left and hopped into his car.
On the way home. I kept thinking back to Mrs whites class. Why was he starring at me like that, and being so rude to me. Once we got home, I went straight to my kitchen, grabbing
a snack and went up the stairs to my room. Right away, dropping my backpack into the ground, I went to my closet and grabbed a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, I jumped into my bed, slid underneath my comforter, missing the comfort. Today was a long day, I was exhausted, once my head hit my pillow I immediately fell asleep.
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Bad boy
Non-FictionCan a good girl turn a bad boy good ? Is it possible for someone so different from you to change?