Quiet- Harry Styles fan fiction

Chapter 1

Bella's POV

I awoke to my alarm clock ringing louder than ever in my ears.

I slammed the off button after a minute of laziness laying in bed. My groggily eyes opened to my messy bedroom. Great. School. I don't know whoever invented schooling, but whoever did is a cruel person. I mean, who sends a teenager to a place early in the morning and make them feel bad about themselves? People who think they are better than you, just because of their popularity. But really none of that will matter in a few years when there is a time when we don't have to attended school. That's why I chose to keep my mouth shut. That and because of my lack of social skills.

I'm extremely and utterly a nervous mess. But the worst part is that I'm purposely judged about it. But, like everything and everyone else, I ignore it. I block it out, but sometimes it could really suck. But I'm not letting them get their way. By only being mad, it will tell them that it worked and I'm affected by them. Your probably wondering how I even get to think about these kind of things. Well, since I never really communicate, I'm always talking to myself in my head. Call me crazy, but it actually keeps me sane.

I decided I have to go to school. So I flea from my bed and go to my bathroom, taking off my glasses and brush my teeth and wash my face. When I start to find clothes to wear, my bedroom door is opened. My mom walks in.

"Oh your awake." She snarks, then shuts the door. I roll my eyes and continue my search for a t shirt. When I find one I throw it on and put on some skinny jeans.

I put my glasses back on and leave my hair down naturally after brushed. Not that I need to impress anyone anyway. That's why I don't wear any make up like the rest of the girls at school.

I go downstairs and grab an apple before I leave. My mom looks at me, but look away. I already know she hates me, no need to express it. I don't talk to her either. She thinks I'm spoiled and that I do it for attention, when really I'm just sick of everyone's bullshit.

I ignore her eye roll and go to my truck.

I drive to school in silence, as always. My car is kinda lame. It's a Chevy and the air conditioning sucks in the summer, thank god it's fall. Fall would have to be my favorite season, I mean, the leaves change color and everything is beautiful. I can't get enough of it.

I get to school on time and arrive to home room in my regular seat in the back of the room. In home room everyone talks with their friends and goes on their phones. But I usually just sit in the back and read a book. Right now I'm studying for a quiz I have on Friday for biology. I hate biology. I have to sit with my lab partner who, knows I don't speak. So we get our work done quietly, and awkwardly. But it's not like I get horrible grades.

My mom expects good grades because the rest of my effort is zero. And saying it like that sounds horrible. But since I get A's she doesn't complain at all. She doesn't have to deal with an annoying teenage girl. She loves it, her life is pretty fun.

As I studied I felt something hit my head; a ball of paper. I look up at some people giggling. I roll my eyes and continue trying to study. They do that sometimes, but I don't care. They think it's hilarious because I don't talk but throwing something at me would get my attention. But it's so annoying.

The bell rings for first period and I'm on my way to math.

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Then lunch came around.

Today had been pretty usual and lame as always. I just had to listen to what all of the popular kids where talking about. And today it was about a halloween party. Something I will miss out on in my high school years, parties. Not that I would attend them I guess it's just something that everyone does. But I'm fine with it, socializing isn't my thing.