Behind The Hoodie

Chapter 2: New day

Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught~ 5 seconds of summer -Good Girls-

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Beth's P.O.V

The school may or may not be on fire, either way, it's not my fault!

Okay, I know that this might seem like it's my fault cause I said 'it wasn't me,' first and I get that but please let me start from the beginning. Like every other story, it started on a coffee induced, all-nighter, supposed-to-be-year-long book assignment at six in the morning, when my alarm screams at me.

"The flames start to rise...and I dance through them as best I can...though in the end I fall...and the flames consume us all...but I'm the only one who burns," I read in my head again for almost the thousandth time.

I sigh and rub away the tired from eyes before I hear a loud ring that sounds like nails on a chalkboard that makes me jump and jerk my head to the side. My alarm clock. It's already six in the morning.

I sigh and fall back on my pillow, letting out a weird, tired, dinosaur-like noise before sitting back up with tired eyes.

I grab my notes and put them all in a stack before putting them in a folder and set it on top of my book.

I yawn once more and swing my legs off the side of the bed before standing up, which causes goose bumps and chills up and down my arms and back. I almost fall back down as my legs are sore and feel like jelly. I walk over to my closet and grab a pair of jeans with a green t-shirt and my grey hoodie.

I quickly get dressed and slide on my shoes. I grab my things and my bag by my bedroom door, stuffing it all into the bag before slinging it over my shoulder and racing downstairs.

I quickly toss some bread into the toaster as I go over to the t.v. and turn it off after my parents since they already left for work. I grab my phone off the counter and put it in my bag at the exact time my toast pops up.

I grab the toast and put it in my mouth to hold it there while I grab an apple and toss it in my bag as I head out the door. I take the piece of toast from my mouth when I walk out, locking the door behind me.

The cold and dry November air taking no time making my breakfast cold. I stuff my face anyway, finishing it in less than a minute as I walk to my school, mentally preparing for the day.

I re-adjust my backpack straps and my adrenaline and blood pressure is shot the second I step on school grounds. Another day in this place.

I walk forward as groups of those stereotypical kids surround me, talking about homework I guess?

I walk through the front doors into the very much, crowded halls and have to walk past a few flying paper balls and people almost tripping me. I kinda look like I'm trying to dance but I'm used to it. I'm kinda the joke of the school at this point.

I have a locker but I can't really use it at this point considering it's always full of something gross. I haven't used it since freshmen year.

Since the bell for the first period hasn't started I head to my first period which is completely deserted except for the teacher. Math. Yay.

Don't get me wrong, I like school. Kinda. I'm not gonna lie and say it's fun but it's not the end of the world.

I pull out my homework from my other classes and the homework due today, already making a mess of my desk.

"Morning Miss Jones."

"Morning Ms. Wallace."

Yes, I am one of those students who doesn't get into trouble. Sue me.