August Lee's Rules

Chapter One

Hello, let me make this quick so we can get to the story. I do not own any photos used; any names similar or the same as others is simple coincidence; please do not copy my plot word for word and lastly enjoy! ^^

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"Olivia. Olivia Jones."

My eyes flicker up to the familiar voice of my maths teacher; who I am accustomed to after one year of sitting through her, tedious, classes.

Standing at a height of 5"4 she is pretty average for a woman in her early forties and always has a warm glimmer present in her eyes.

I smiled and looked up at her, "Yes Miss?"

"Olivia, you have been in my class for a year now and have been getting a constant stream of good grades, better than good I would say." She paused, a look of excitement on her face as she continued, "Which is why I have personally decided to send you up a set... A new class, a new seat, new students to meet, new things to learn."

No. No. No.

The rest of the class was doing their work, I look around for help; I have always been a bit invisible in school but I try to speak at least one sentence a week to my fellow classmates. It's a routine; I like routines (not that I always end up following them).

I turn in my seat; catching the eyes of my best friend- who am I kidding?- my only friend; Jonah.

He looked up and gave me a pitiful look with his dull green eyes. The message was written all over his face and inside my head I could hear his voice; 'I can't help you sweetie'.

I gulp, trying to calm down my heart that is threatening to jump out of my throat, along with the contents of my stomach. I look up at the teacher who I suddenly loathe; her once warm eyes turning colder by the second.

"Do I have to Miss?"

She scoffed, before catching the serious look on my face and softening slightly " It is a blessing Olivia, not a curse! Look I am sorry but you are not doing yourself justice in this class. Even if you like it because it is easy, you will have to move up sometime. The sooner the better."

Okay she had a point; I did find the work easy, but that wasn't why I didn't want to move up. I knew all to well who was in the class above; and, to tell the truth, it scares me more than any maths question would.

After five minutes it was break time, and I had recovered from the initial shock of Miss Hendricks' words and now was thinking of ways to make it sure it didn't make it to reality. As soon as we emptied into the hallway is started to spitball my ideas to Jonah, holding onto the strap of his bag as not to lose him in the crowd as I chucked ideas at him with my tongue.

"How about I fail the next test? Like badly, so badly they have no choice but to keep me in set 2 to make sure I actually know what I am doing. Or I could break my leg or something; staying in the hospital for a few days and when I come out BOOM; everyone had forgotten I existed anyways. Okay no. - I haven't broken a bone before but I could try my best ya know? How about I just kidnap Miss Hendricks and torture her until she gives up and let's me stay in her class..."