Bloom ➳ h.s

Chapter 1

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"Beth, wake up we are here." My mother says shaking me gently.

I open my eyes, getting used to the light. I stand up and follow my mom. We grab our luggage and get inside a cab to our apartment. Atlanta is not like Venice at all. Venice is more antique, Atlanta is modern. I stare in awe at the new environment I'll be living in until the cab stops in front of the apartment building. We grab our stuff and go to our assigned apartment. Thank goodness the place came furnished, we have enough luggage and I can't imagine more included. My mom opens the door revealing the small, yet cozy apartment.

"I'll make dinner and then you go to sleep, you have school tomorrow." My mother says making me mentally groan.

She had to enroll me for tomorrow. I'm already behind so I guess it is better to start tomorrow, even though I don't feel like it. I nod and sit on the table. We eat our microwaved pasta and go to our separate rooms. I change into my pjs and wrap myself on the untouched bed sheets. I stare at the ceiling, sinking into thought. Tomorrow I'm going to finish my tenth grade year in Lakers High School. I close my eyes and drift into sleep, dreaming about my long gone life in Italy.

***

I wake up to my phone alarm. I groan and grab my phone, turning the alarm off. I go to sleep when my mom suddenly yells.

"Beth! Hurry up or you'll run late!"

I cover my head with my pillow, trying to shut up everything around me.

"Bethany!"

I groan and wander to the shower. I let the hot water soothe me and prepare me for a long day. I grab my strawberry scented shampoo and apply it on my dark brown wavy hair. I apply my vanilla scented body wash and my conditioner before wrapping myself around a towel and turning the shower off. As always, I take ages to choose what clothing I want to wear. Sometimes I go for something lace and soft and there are times where I just wanna be hipster and casual. I go for a floral dress that goes just above my knee. I put my hair up into a ponytail, adding a cute white bow. I decide to use my black toms today for shoes. I grab my phone and go to the kitchen. My mom slides over a plate of eggs and bacon. I start eating while she washes the dishes.

"Bye mom." I say, kissing her cheek.

"Bye Beth, have fun!" She says as I grab my dusty blue backpack and close the door.

The school is basically a fifteen minute walk from the apartment, which is totally fine by me. I make it to the large school and go directly to the office.

"Miss Rossetti?" Says the secretary.

"Yep that's me." I say as she hands me my schedule.

"Your first class is Mathematics which is down the hall the left."

I nod and leave the office. I look down at my schedule to find my locker combination and another paper with the school map. I head to the lockers which are empty, due to the fact that everyone is in class right now. I open my locker and put in my extra binders and notebooks. I take one binder for Mathematics and close my locker. I head down the hall and to the left classroom. MATHEMATICS clearly written on the door. I softly knock on the door, waiting for the teacher to open it.

***

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"Hey ladies." I say, winking at the group of girls gossiping in the corner.

They giggle in response and wave at me. To be honest I'm not interested in any of the girls here. I only date because of dares or just pressure. Every girl acts the same here and it bores me to death. I walk to Mathematics and sit down with my group of friends.

"What took you so long Styles?" Asks Louis, one of my best mates.

"Just went to the bathroom that's all." I say as I get ready for class.

"You are bad as hell yet you are a good student?" Zayn says.

"Hell yes I am, I need a scholarship to get back to London." I say.

"Good luck on that." Louis says laughing.

"Shut up you jerk." I say rolling my eyes.

The class starts as always, boring. I already know all of this. I study hardcore every night to get my arse back to London where it belongs. My mother sent me here with my aunt due to economic situations. A soft knock is heard and the teacher excuses himself to open the door. The door opens, revealing the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life.