You Are My One In Six Billion

Chapter One - first day

Some people would say it just started. We just started. But I disagree. It started exactly six months ago. At the start of the year. Maybe I didn't know what it was or would become then but maybe I did know it would turn into something on an unconscious level. I guess I did always know she was the most beautiful thing on this planet and that I would do anything to make her happy. I just didn't know how far I would or could take it.

"Bzzzzz, bzzzz"

The immediate feeling of disappointment rushes over me as I look at the clock in realization it's Monday the 27th of January. The first day of school for the year. 'Yay' I think sarcastically. Just as I was getting comfortable with my sleep ins it all has to end. My eyes almost drift back to sleep but mum comes in more than happy to disturb me and get me out of her house.

"Time to get ready honey. Aren't you excited your year 12 now." She says with an overwhelming amount of enthusiasm.

"Mm hm" I mutter not bothering to move.

"Come on Liam, you've been sleeping all holidays, it's time to have some other human interaction." She jokes ripping open the curtains so the light can shine in blinding my still half asleep morning face.

"If you let me stay at home I'll vacuum clean the house?" I try bargaining.

"Nope it's school today, if you miss the first day you'll be lost on the second."

I guess that's true I will have to go one day or another.

I pull on my crimson uniform and and pick my bag up from my still messy flour, which I was meant to tidy in the holidays but who has time for tidying. After brushing my teeth and packing all my books into my bag I walk down stairs. Since I layed in bed for longer than usual this morning I was running late. No time for breakfast so I give my mum a hug, my dad a hi five then walk out the door towards the bus stop.

I decided to be kind and not wake Lucy my sister. Her school doesn't start for another week.

As usual I've underestimated how much time I'd have. So another 15 minutes till the bus finally arrives at 8am as which is five minutes later than last year. I get on taking my usual place second to back. I listen to the music through my ear phones while staring out the window at the houses I have driven past almost every day for the past 3 years.

Again the bus slows down to a stop picking up 3 others in the same uniform as me. I recognize Olivia and Lisa from last year but the other girl must be new. I'm sure if I saw her before I would have noticed her and remembered. I don't think I could forget someone that beautiful.

She sits in the very front seat alone. I don't realize I'm starring until she turns around and looks at me. I quickly glance down hopping she wouldn't think I was staring.

I slowly turn my head back to see if she's still looking at me but she already has her earphones in. I can tell she's enjoying the song she's listening to as her shoe is tapping along to what ever it is.

First day is as usual. Get our new timetable and then go to our classes where we just learn everyone's name and what we'll be doing for the rest of the year. We have five classes a day. But seven different classes it total.

"Hey Bro," Sam greets as I join him and Cody in our normal spot under one of the trees.

"Hey. What teachers have you got?" I ask.

"Well..." He says handing me his timetable. "They're all ok except I got Mrs Powely!"

"Oh so sorry mate. Haha you'll have fun with her won't you. Don't piss her off too much."

Mrs Powely is an English teacher. Nic name Growly. For a reason. She just has no tolerance for anything but perfect behavior. She's probably on the worse side of 50 years old. Last year when she was my teacher she would always tell us stories about how when she started off teaching she was allowed to cane her students.

I'm pretty sure she gives everyone one the creeps. But normally her classes are well behaved. I don't think it was the good students more then the fact that everyone was afraid that she would get her old cane out.

" What teachers do you have?" He asks back.

"Oh just the usual. I have a new teacher for science. He seems good. Except a little over excited, about everything."

"That's better then being under excited. I swear Me Weaver is falling asleep as he teaches. He sits in front of his laptop for ninety percent of the lesson forcing us to do boring work sheets in silence. It's horrible."

"Haha. Silence, the worst thing possible. Are you and Sarah still together?"

"Nah, don't think she was right for me."

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll find someone else."

"Yeah I know I will." He says eyes searching our surroundings stopping on the girl with here skirt to high to be the slightest bit respectable. "Maybe I'll find her." He nods over so I know who he's talking about.

"It's the first day of school. Just give it a rest for a change."

"Why do you think I come to school mate?"

"To hang with me." I reply smartly.

"Yeah I guess that too."

Sam has always been a bit of a player. From one girl to the next. He has never wanted to settle down. He enjoys the new face new body each night fact. I guess he can be a player when he look like that. Blond hair, blue eyes, swimmers build. Girls practically droll over him. Plus the why he can sweet talk himself out of anything. Or into if he wants.

I don't know how we're friends. I'm the complete opposite never hand a girlfriend or anything like that. I don't know why. I can't find a reason. I guess I just haven't found anyone I want to be with. It's good to be able to focus on my school work but sometimes I do wish I had that someone special to cuddle and treat like a princess.

"Hey are you guys doing anything this weekend." Cody buts in disturbing my thinking.

"Nah, are you gunna plan something?" Sam asks.

"Yeah I'm free."

"Should we go to 22 Jump Street then? A lot of people have said its good." Cody asks.

"Yeah sounds good with me."

"Me too."

"K then. Saturday suits me."

That afternoon in the bus ride home the new girl isn't there. I wonder if she walks home in the afternoon or it's just a one time thing. I hope it is a oncer. Even though I don't know her I want to get to know her.

Next time I see her I will talk to her, I promise my self. I could ask her to sit with me on the bus? Yeah I'll do that. Even thinking about it now I've got butterfly's. How am I meant to speak to such a beautiful girl without making a fool of myself.

The bus slows down and it takes me a second to wake up and realize it's my stop. I walk out flicking only one if my bag straps over my shoulder thanking the driver as I did every time last year. It's such a routined life. I wake up every morning to do the same routine over and over. It puts meaning to my life but no actual purpose. Sometimes I wish I could escape the oredanairyness of my life and just do something spontaneous. Have no idea what to expect. The coming being completely unpredictable. I wish my life could just be different.