The fascinating story of Felicity Tote

Chapter 1// Meet Felicity Tote

1. Meet Felicity Tote

I've never been a morning person. I'm more of a regret-staying-up-till-3am-writing-a-fanfiction kinda person. And usually I'm not a complete human being until the orgasmic taste of coffee has flooded my tastebuds. But alas this morning was not a normal kind of morning. No. Today I was woken up by my brothers soft, green, feather pillow- slamming into my face.

I shoot up in my bed and during my failed attempt to flail my arms into his face, I fall out of my covers and land on the floor with a thud. My brother, Austin, is lying a few feet away- still in his pyjamas- in a fit of hysteria.

"Git" I mumble as I slowly get up off the floor and stare down at my incapacitated jerk of a brother. I weakly hit is legs with my foot. "Now hurry up and get out before I grab my lightsaber." This makes him laugh more but he still gets up and as he is walks through my doorframe he mutters so quietly I almost didn't hear him "My sister's such a dork"

I decide to ignore his rude remark because the aromatic smell of coffee alerts my senses and like a zombie, I trudge downstairs to the gag inducing sight of my parents kissing.

"AHHHH! My eyes. MY EYES!!!" I say closing my eyes and pretending to walk in to stuff.

"Oh sorry darling" says my mothers pulling away. Her hazel eyes have large bags under them and her blonde hair is still in an untamed bed head fashion.

"Your not usually awake this early. Is something wrong?" Says my father sipping his coffee.

"No," a side from the fact I probably look like a sea monster and I'm supposed to start junior year today "just need my coffee"

"Oh," says my mother grabbing a chipped, blue mug and handing it to me "here you go. We were out of Green mountain so I had to use instant. Sorry."

Great it's not even 8 o'clock and already today feels like it's going to be a long day. "That's okay."

I trudge back up the stairs, sipping my disappointment of a coffee, when I realise I have 20 minutes till the bus arrives.

I grab out the first decent thing in my closet and chuck it on. I don't have time to sort out my bed-head so I just chuck a beanie on and run a brush through my split ends. I hastily apply some dried up mascara and I almost poke my eye out whilst putting on eyeliner so I don't look like a 5 year old. Sadly I don't have time to put on foundation because my mother moved my books from my bag so I had to hunt them down. Hopefully Zoe will bring some to school.

I scoop up my school bag and rush out the door to the awaiting school bus. My stop is one of the first stops so I hop on and plonk down on an empty seat in the middle of the bus. Austin walks right to the back and sits with his jock friends. I put my bag down next to me so no one can sit there and I pull out my phone and start blasting music through my earphones. I put the music up just high enough so I can't hear anything.

The bus begins to fill up until eventually there are no seats left except for the one next to me. I gaze out the window and think deep, philosophical thoughts that I could use on tumblr until someone is rude enough to pull my earphone out of my ear.

"Can I sit here?" Asks an un-familiar voice.

I turn to look at this manner less person and I am face to face with the infamous Miles white. His brown hair is tousled in a perfect messy style that I could never achieve and his deep blue eyes make a breathe catch in my throat. His tanned skin makes me look like like paper in comparison and his low slung singlet showcases his defined features. I reach over and fumble with my bag before pulling it onto my lap

"Um, sure." He drops my earphone as he slides into the seat next to me. I shuffle over a little to avoid skin contact and I place my earphone back in my ear and mouth the words to SWS (best band in the world).

After what felt like a millennium were finally at school after Miles gets up I wait for a few people to get up and begin to walk out before I do the same. As I step out of the bus the school bell rings. I scramble to my locker and chuck my bag into it. My schedule was mailed last week. I pull it out and I have home room then Maths.

I put my schedule in my back pocket and I close my locker. I start walking down the hallway to home room when:

"Oi Tote!" There's only one person who calls me that. I turn around and in front of me is my best friends since 5th grade.

"CARRIE!" I squeal wrapping my arms around her in a friendly but bone crushing hug.

"OH MY GOD HOW ARE YOU!!" She squeals in my ear. She went away for the entire summer, her mum had some really good work opportunity or something. I pull away because people are starring. I can just imagine their thoughts 'we should go before we get murdered'. I chuckle at my strange mind.

"I'm good but why are you here?" I say probably with a really goofy grin plastered on my face.

"Geez it's great to see you to." *note the sarcasm*

"No. You know what I mean"

"You know the usual. Someone accidentally sold the company for about 5 bucks"

"Legit?"

"Yup. They got it back but they couldn't afford to pay mum anymore so" her eyes light up "here I am!"

We squeal a few more times and talked about are summers until eventually I actually had to go to home room. As usual home room sucked. We did absolutely nothing but it was still better then the horror that was yet to come. Maths.

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I walk in and immediately I can smell the blood of previous students boiling in a pool of desperation and lost hope. Fun times.

I plonk myself down on the chair at the back on the left and watch as the last half of my fellow desperate souls crawl into a vat of unhappiness and suffering and algebra.

The seat next to me stays vacant. Thank god. I hate dealing with people. Call me antisocial but at least I'll be enjoying my reading whilst you have to listen to people and respond to them and remember what you did on the weekend and ugh.

The teacher walks in and places his briefcase on his desk at the front.

"Morning class my names is," he grabs a piece of chalk and writes his name on the board "Mr Martin. I will be your math teacher for this year. Today we won't be do-"

He's interrupted by someone bursting through the classroom door. "I'm here!" He yells and then realising how loud he was and how quiet we are he repeats himself a lot quieter "I'm here"

I'm not gonna lie he was pretty hot.

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So how was the first chapter? I know it kinda sucks but I do have a lot planned for it I just wasn't sure how to start.

I won't be uploading pictures or names of who the characters look like cause I think it's a lot more fun when you imagine them yourself but if you really want to know how I picture them just PM me.