suicidal, harry styles

eleven

Michael

"That's her, okay?" I nod as Jack points to a brunette girl standing near a boy with the same colored hair.He's much taller than her and they are both very into each other.
"Her name is Kathy, even though she'll probably introduce herself to you, and that's Harry." He points to the tall boy with the curls. He re-explains what I need to do and I walk up to them, looking at Kathy.

"Hi,I'm Michael," I smile and shake her hand. "Kathy," she smiles back. "I'm actually new here and I need some help. I have no idea where all my classes are." I notice Luke and Ashton have arrived and I turn back to Kathy.
"Oh, I can help you with that. I'll see you in class?" She looks back at Harry, who looks pissed because I only noticed her.

"Okay, whatever." He shrugs and walks away. She frowns and I hand her my schedule, already knowing where everything is. "You have first period with me, which is down the hall to the left." She points. I nod and she continues on with the others. "You have beautiful eyes," I act like I am admiring them. "Oh, uh. Well they're just brown so.." She nervously chuckles.
"They're still beautiful," She tries to hide a smile. "Thank you," She looks up at me. "You have nice eyes too, I like them." I smile and thank her. "Your last class is physical education so you're in the gym. If you don't remember I can just show you to each class if you'd like."

"That would be great, thank you."
The bell rings. "Come on, let's get to class." She takes my hand and walks a bit quickly as I follow her.
We enter the classroom and she sits down near Harry. I sit to her right just to piss him off and she smiles at me. I smile back.
Isn't this gonna be fun?

Kathy

"Is something wrong?" I ask Harry as the announcements begin. His arms are crossed and he looks pissed. He just shrugs and continues to watch and listen to the announcements. I uncross his arms and take my hand in his and he looks down at our hands. I feel someone tap my shoulder and I turn to see Michael trying to balance a pencil on top of his mouth, making a kissy face to help hold it up. I giggle and it falls to the floor. He picks it back up and I continue to watch the announcements. They were not interesting at all, our school had scripts that regular students were supposed to read out loud to us. They had stupid jokes. When I mean stupid, I mean very stupid. As in Harry can do better than them.

They make boring music videos with the tech lab students that literally insult my favorite bands and singers. This school is too embarrassing. The announcements finally end and Mrs. Teasdale shuts off the Smartboard.

She was one of my favorite teachers. She was fun, she let us do basically anything, she taught French, and learning wasn't so bad with her.

"Bonjour, tout le monde! Comment êtes-vous?" She asks the class.

Bon, mauvais, and trés bien Were most of the answers the class has given. "Nous avons de nouveaux étudiants," We have new students? As in more than one? "Please raise your hands, boys." Michael's hand rises to the air and no other hands are risen. "What's your name?" She asks. "Michael Clifford." She looks onto the list. "Luke? Calum? Are it here?" She asks. "You fucking idiot! Thats the wrong room!" I hear outside the door. "It's this room," the door opens and two boys pop in. "Is this French?" The one with the lighter hair asks. "Yes, take a seat, Luke and Calum." They sit behind me and Michael. "Vous êtes tous australien?" I turn to look at the boys behind me. "Uh.. What?" The other one chuckles.
"Are you all Australian?" I tell them. "Yes.Dude, French is gonna be so easy." I roll my eyes.
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I'm so fancy. You already know-oh.