When Formalities Are Forgotten. [A Student/Teacher Love Story]

When Formalities Are Forgotten. [A Student/Teacher Love Story] (1)

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I brought my hand down heavily on the alarm clock that screeched angrily from my bedside table. As I did so I couldn't help but let out a gentle groan in frustration, and with all the strength I could muster I pulled back the bed covers and lifted myself out of the warm, cosiness of my bed in one swift movement. As my feet touched the floor I felt a slight stabbing pain in my left foot and cursed in response as I only expected to feel the soft touch of the carpet. With a heavy sigh a glanced around the room and realised that what I stood on was part of my alarm clock, well...what used to be part of my alarm clock. The one that I had just smashed to pieces when I tried to hit the snooze button. Well that's me set up for the day, I thought to myself as I walked towards my en-suite bathroom, been careful to dodge the random pieces of metal and plastic now strewn across my usually tidy bedroom.

I glanced at the clock on my mobile phone as I went into the bathroom to begin my daily morning routine to get ready for school. It was 6:30am. I hadn't had to do my routine for the past three months, I'd been waking up at 10am and lazing around or going out with my friends late in the day. Oh, how I loved summer. And how I miss it right now.

I began the tedious routine with a long, warm shower in a hope to wake me up. I stood still, letting the water wash over me and cover me in it's tranquillity. I swear I could have fallen asleep again even though I was standing. It was so damn peaceful just stood there...well it was until I remembered about the day I had ahead of me.

With a heavy sigh, I stepped out of the shower cubicle and dried myself quickly, pulling on my clothes for the day. To be honest, it wasn't quite winter yet and I had noticed the bright glow of the sun shining through my thin curtains when I awoke earlier so I decided to keep my outfit light...and there was no need for hats and scarves just yet. Thank goodness, because I hated how my scarf itched the back of my neck and how my gloves irritated me because they made all manual tasks practically impossible. I chose a pair of light grey skinny jeans and teamed them with a thin, light blue vest top. I added a blue and purple plaid shirt over the tank and pulled on my favourite pair of purple pumps. Perfect. I actually looked pretty cool, and my light auburn-red hair(some call it ginger, some say I imitated Hayley Williams...but fuck it, I like it) had managed to dry itself in the time it took me to choose an outfit. It flowed pretty neatly down a few inches past my shoulders and my bangs sat comfortably sloping just above one eye. I couldn't help but to let a grin take over my expression, it matched brilliantly and hey! It was the first time in ages my hair had managed to sort itself out!

Before I left the bathroom I quickly picked up my phone and again, glanced at the time. It was 7:45 already! Yeeeesh, talk about taking my time! Letting out a slight giggle, I left the bathroom and headed into my room. I picked up my satchel bag and threw it across one shoulder, sliding my iPhone and headphones into the front pocket before heading downstairs. I caught the slight smell of cooking and, although it smelled absolutely delicious, the stench still managed to knock me slightly queasy. I could never eat too heavy on a morning, it gave me tummy ache so badly. I wandered into the kitchen and smiled at my dad who greeted me immediately in his annoying morning voice...it sounded way too happy for a morning. Especially a school morning.

"Morning princess! How are you today? I burnt the bloody sausages. Again!"

He grinned his huge smile at me, before speaking again in his elaborate British accent that seemed to stand out so much here in America. I loved it. I loved the fact that I, and my father, were different to everyone here in the fact that I'd only lived here a few years. Most people from this small, dingy town known as Pebbles (I know, ridiculous right?) had lived here their whole lives but I'd been lucky enough to start my life over in England, United Kingdom. Yeah, yeah...I'm a British girl. Get over it already, I have...although it seems most of the kids at school STILL haven't. I mean come on, how fascinating can an accent be after nearly 3 years? But hey, I can't complain...they all loved it and it earned my way more extra credit when it came to making friends.

I'm 17 now, and moved here when I was 15 because...well, just because. My mum, well I'll tell you later, I don't want to set a bad mood for the day. I don't particularly want to end up crying off what little make-up I'm wearing, thanks.

*/OOOOO. Haha, so yeah :P Bit of a cliff hanger...you'll find out soon enough! I'm gonna updat pretty much every few days, so yeah :D