The Bad Boy

Chapter 1

"Riley, get up!" My mum shouted through the door.

I mumbled incoherently under my breath as I buried my head deeper into my pillow. I pulled my duvet up higher over my head and attempted to fall back asleep. However, my plan didn't go as planned. I hear my bedroom door being opened before I feel a rush of cold air hit me. I gasp and shoot up to look at my mum who had a slight grin on her face.

Me and my mum are as close as can be. Ever since my dad died 5 years ago, we grew impeccably close. We do nearly everything together. We act like the two best of friends. My mum was heart broken when she saw my dad die in front of her. I was the only person there for her. I was her shoulder to cry on. I was the last person she had left. The least I could do was be there for my own mother.

Now 5 years on, I'm starting my first day of college. Like every other person, I'm absolutely terrified. I do not get on well with new beginnings. I'm one of those people who are shy and physically can't talk to people. If someone is speaking to me, I will reply, but quite often it is just a one word answer, or a nod or shake of the head. This year, I want to try and talk more, talk to people I don't know and make at least one friend I can rely on.

Getting over the shock of the cold air, I shoot my mum a playful glare. I turn my head to look at the alarm clock on my bedside table to check the time. It says 6:47am, which gives me 30 minutes to get ready for university.

"Get out mum, I need to get ready." I tell her.

"Fine, I'll be downstairs" She replies while walking out my room, closing the door behind her.

I take a deep breath in before releasing it. I'm extremely nervous. Afraid I'm going to make a fool out of my self is constantly there.

Pushing the thought to the back of my head, I walk into the bathroom to relieve my bladder. Once I have washed my hands, I brush my teeth. I walk out the bathroom and go straight to my wardrobe. I rummage through my clothes trying to find a suitable outfit. In the end I go with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a cute Minnie mouse top and my superstars.

I pick up my bag with all the essentials I need, along with my phone and walk down the stairs.

My mum is sitting at the dinner table with some toast in front of her. I walk over to the front bowl and pick up and apple. Looking at the time on my phone, I realise I have 10 minutes before I have to leave. We sit in silence eating our breakfast until I have to leave.

I break the silence, "I have to leave now mum."

"OK, if I don't see you when you get home, I will see you tomorrow morning" she replies.

I reply with a simple OK. Walking over to the door, I pull on a plain, light blue jumper to stop me from getting cold. Shouting a quick bye to my mum, I walk out the front door with my bag on my back and my phone in hand. I wall down the front path and make my way to college.

My nerves come back ten times worse and I start feeling sick. Trying to keep my nerves at bay, I continue my way to college. I continue have thoughts about what people will think of me, will I talk to anyone, will anyone want to talk to me. They're the only, things I'm thinking on my way to college. Not the fact that I can finally get a degree in my dream job.

However, I push these thoughts to the back of my head. As I get closer to the campus and see people walking the same way I was going, the thoughts o had must managed to push to the back of my head came rushing back.

Putting my head down, I continue walking to college, along with everyone else. No matter how nervous I was before, I start getting excited as I'm able to start the next part of my life and get a degree. Checking the time on my phone, I see that it I still have a bit of time before homeroom starts.