I'm a What? {DISCONTINUED}

2

I woke up to a book being flung at my head.

"Get up!" My mum screams at me.

I quickly jump out of bed and rush to get changed into school clothes before pulling the hood of my hoodie up over my head and thrusting my arms through my bag straps.

I run down stairs, putting some food and water in my dogs, Bear and Bandit's bowls and letting them outside for their morning business. I pull my converse high tops on and run out the house, patting my dogs on the heads before jogging to school.

I could feel the bruise on my forehead and kept my hair down and my fringe over it to cover the small, though visible purple mark from where the book hit.

I got to school and went to the bathroom, grabbing my brush out my bag and pulling it through my hair before getting out my toothbrush and toothpaste.

I wasn't in a bathroom with multiple cubicles so no one would walk in and see this strange sight. I never usually got a chance to do this at home, so I do it at school every morning.

When I finish I splash freezing cold water on my face to properly wake me up before walking out the bathroom.

No ones at school yet so I sit in the cafeteria and wait, thinking about my dogs. They're both German shepherds and the only part about home I like.

I check the timetable on my phone and see that I have assembly before classes. I quickly check the rest of the periods I have today and see, to my luck, that I don't have any periods where I need to tie my hair back. I have music and computing after assembly, then break, maths, English, lunch, history and French. So really, not a bad day. Not bad at all.

I go back to thinking about my dogs. My mum and dad got them as puppies, but I'm the one that looks after them. I take them for an hour long walk every night and feed and water them every night and morning. I love my dogs. They're like my brothers.

I look up as Nathan sits across from me. He grins at me and I grin back.

Sasha soon comes in. I give her a questioning look as I see her hair. It looks... different? It's in the same high ponytail as usual but it seems to have a different texture.

She sits down and sighs. "My mum made me use hair spray." She explains.

I grimace. I hate hair spray, it makes me think that if I touch my hair it will just snap off beneath my fingers.

"Did you hear the 'latest talk'?" Sasha asks, referring to a group chat on almost every social media imaginable that everyone in our year was added to, that someone named 'latest talk'. It's like a modern day newspaper for our year. It's so rumours spread faster.

"No, I've muted it." I say, rolling my eyes. Nathan nods in agreement. I'm pretty sure Sasha is the only one in my close group of friends that doesn't have the chat on mute.

"Right, well, apparently this super rich family and their close friends moved into the mansion that's hidden in the forest and their kids are moving here today. Like, the rich dad guy supposedly has hold over the whole school so his son probably won't even get into trouble. And also, the boys are supposed to be really really cute!" She squeals.

I just look at her.

"It's probably either fake news again or some of it is made up. There's no way that's all true." I say disbelievingly.

"Yeah but-" she stops when I give her a look, raising one eyebrow. That's a look people have learned to respect. It's basically me silently saying 'go ahead, continue, I dare you'.