chapter 1
it was my first day at St Joseph's (like every other year eleven) and i was not looking forward to it. as i neared the school, i became more and more anxious. soon, i could see the neon sign, reading 'St Joseph's'. i was advancing towards the new school fast. what was i going to do? it was too late to fake sick now. was i going to have to go? would i get lost? what if everyone hates me? these thoughts were not doing anything positive for my anxiety. before i knew it, i was standing just outside the gates, staring at my enemy.
great. it's my first class and im already lost. i go to the main office to ask for directions, which doesn't in any way help me at all. luckily, i rembered where the science rooms were from the tour, so i could maybe find my way from there. i found my new (and permanent) class for the year. some people were still introducing themselves, but not me. i didnt want to go anywhere near those shitheads, thinking their better than everyone else because they believe that their so beautiful, which their not.
we were inside, sitting on our stools (yep. we have to sit on freaking stools! which i was later informed was only for science...) and this guy sat next to me. not because he wanted to, of course, but because we also have a seating plan. "hey. im troye. nice to meet you." troye explaned, even though im pretty sure it was obvious that i didnt care. what was i supposed to say? oh gosh, this is awkward. "erm.... im isabell..." and thats alll i said. not 'hey, im isabell, nice to meet you too' or 'well my names isabell. glad to have met you' just 'erm...im isabell...' just as i was thinking of how rude i truely am, the teacher came in.
mr Erickson (who is my science teacher) is literally the most boring old man in the world. he stood there for an hour talking about particles, although its unlikely that anyone was actually listening. me and troye had to pass notes to each other to say how boring it was or how his eye brows were twitching whenever someone spoke. what a faggot. anyway troye was the closest thing i'd made to friend so far, so i tried to be nice untill i had actual friends that i could hang out with.
the lunch bell rang, and boy was i excited. finally out of that freaking class.... i didn't hear him at first, but i was embarassed when he said my name and i didnt know what for. "isabell?" shit. "sorry what?" my voice dripping wih embarassment. "do you want to have lunch with me? i just thought i should ask, since neither of us actually have friends here." there was a little pause, as i considered the offer. "sure" i replied. "why not?"
