ophelia thompson is broke and is always moving houses and schools but everything changed when she meets clyde cooper.
she finds out that clyde is rich so she pretends that she loved him for money but eventually finds out she actually loves him in r...
that is ophelia thompson at the top, minus the nose piercing. keep reading to see more ;)
I wake up to the sound of my irritating alarm, making me roll off my bed and stopping the alarm on my phone on the way. "Lia, I'm leaving now, bye have fun in your new school." Oliver shouts from the ground floor, making me groan. Ugh. New school. More like temporary school.
Oliver is my cousin and is always working. Dad died and mom left me for some rich dude. Oliver on the other hand is taking care of me and has multiple jobs. I honestly don't know what his jobs are, but they sure seem important since we always have to move houses for it. I sure am living the life here.
Riding down the rail of the staircase after changing into some gray and black clothes, I eat my perfectly cooked pancakes and leave with just a school bag and my phone. I'm the new student anyways so thts an excuse.
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Walking to temporary school, thinking of how my old schools would be like after I left and knowing that it probably didn't make a difference in other schools that I left didn't really give me a bright start of the school day.
Okay, temporary school, get ready for me to go in. I think to dry school. Wait, I wonder if the school can actually hear my thoughts. Huh, probably not. I mean, it doesn't have a life, or aimd anyways.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the school bell just as irritating as my alarm. My hand travels down to the piece of crumbled paper in my pocket and taking it out, go to the principle's office to get your time schedule and school mentor. The note reads.
Okaay, first mission: find the principle's office. Won't be too hard.
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"you're miss Thompson. Am I pronouncing it right?" the principle -i forgot her name- says. I nod. "so here's your schedule, you'll be put in the same classes with Elliot Harvon. She'll be your school mentor for the whole week, so I hope and know that you'll be great friends with her." ha, great friends. I haven't even had a friend since grade seven. And I'm grade nine now. "thank you," Ooh, lucky me. Almost said "miss". Good save, Ophelia.
Making my way to English and finally managing to find the class, I arrive looking frustrated. My hand reaches up to the door handle,opening it and revealing a class with half asleep students looking at me. "and who may you be?" the teacher asks. She looks like she's in her mid thirties. "uhm... I'm Ophelia. A new student here." I say out loud after clearing my throat. "huh, okay. Just sit anywhere." she says and continues her lesson right after. What a caring teacher.
Okay, that girl is too pinkyish. That girl is too gothic. That guy is too cute. That girl is too... lonely. Ah, pretty girl, welcoming smile, red hair, green eyes. Bingo.
I sit next to the girl, feeling relieved that I've found someone to sit with without the teacher seeing that I was struggling. "hey girly, what brings you here?" she asks joyfully. "uhm my... dad's work." Ew. It's weird saying "dad". Dad dad dad dad dad.
Never gets old.
"oh, I understand. Isn't it hard for you? Leaving your old school and leaving your friends. You must miss your friend so much." nope, not a single bit. I didn't even have friends. "yeah, I miss them so much, you have no idea." lie. She just nods, feeling bad for me.
"oh by the way, I'm Elliot. And you're Ohehlia?" she asks. "it's pronounced Opheelia." Ugh. I don't want to be like those annoying nerds that correct literally everything everyone says. And right now I feel like that. I should stop talking. "oh, right. Ha sorry."
And I was silent the whole lesson.
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After two more long ass lessons, the bell rings.
LUNCH TIME BITCHES.
I skip off to the cafeteria, looking like a five-year-old running to the ice cream truck.
The food actually smells good and isn't like the stereotypical cafeteria food in movies. Well that's good news.
I sit on an empty table which is not close to any popular kid table, or not close to any creepy weird anti-social freaks. I mean, I also am a creepy weird anti-social freak but I wouldn't want to show it to people. I've already been stared at and talked about enough for being a new girl. "hey, Lia." Elliot sits next to me and sets down her tray of food. No, I want to sit here alone without any friends.
And as soon as I thought that, some other people come sit with us. Oh great. A girl with blue eyes and blond hair with booty shorts and a short crop top, a cute guy with dark brown hair and caramel eyes and another cute guy with dirty-blond hair and blue/gray eyes. Noo, people.
"that's Emma," the girl with blonde hair waves, "that's Matt," the dark brown hair guy tips a non-existant hat. So so he's from Texas, "and that's Clyde." the dirty-blond hair guy, gives me a light nod along with a smile. I smile back. Can they just leave? I want to enjoy and devour my food alone.
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so here's clyde (isn't he cute?) ahh i can't stop fangirling over how cute he is 😍😍
