Faded hope

Chapter 1

Just saying this book is probably going to be very messy I will clean up all the errors later and edit it properly later. But for now I'm just getting everything written down. Despite this I hope you enjoy.

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Emma's pov

My alarm clock went off. The annoying beeping, drifted throughout the room, hurting my brain.  I pull the covers over my head to block the noisy alarm. It doesn't work. I sighed and tossed my pillow at the stupid alarm.

It went tumbling off my nightside table and smashed onto the floor. Sighing I slowly get out of bed to  see the damage I've caused, my tired feet hit the old carpet and manage to drag my sleepy and uncooperative body to see my alam clock shattered on the floor, What a perfect way to wake up. Groaning I bend over to pick up my broken alarm clock, trying to put the pieces back together again. Sighing I put it down, knowing it was pointless.

Leaving it on the flooring gingerly walk over to the window pulling a blanket around my freezing body.

Looking out the window I see rows of frosty houses in the distance and ice covering the lawn, today was going to be another cold long day I could feel it. I walk over to my draws and throw on a pair of baggy pants and a long sleeve shirt, pulling my oversized jumper on over top grabbing my bag. Making my way down stairs.

I boil the jug making myself a large cup on black coffee, the smell of coffee beans instintly perks me up as I quickly stir my coffee and place the lid on my to go cup racing out the door, I sip on my large black coffee on the way to school hoping it will warm up my freezing body.

I walk into the school gates 45 minutes later with coffee that ran out a long time ago and a body that was still freezing cold. Sighing, today's going to be a long one.

I walk through the school with head down past the popular people chatting far to loudly and happily to be a Monday morning, I make it past the guys who are throwing a football to each other at deadly speed past my head and arrive in once piece to my small group of friends.

I tiredly join in on the conversation nodding and smilling when needed, to tired to actively participate. I see Avery approaching me as the bell rings singnaing it was form time.

"Hey Emma!, How was your weekend" she eclaims, "it was average haha just worked and did internals  that's about it, how bout you" I ask.

"Same" she laughs, it's the same conversation every Monday morning ,the same conversation that manages to lift my mood. I smile as  we stay talking even longer complaing about how hard the latest assignment was and how little sleep we got because of it. A couple of minutes after the Waring bell goes we slowly make  out way to form class that was a waste of everyone's time. We come in late but no suprise our teacher isn't here yet. It's the same thing  every morning but I don't complain. We sit down next to my cousin, Makena who's only 10 days older than me so in the same grade.

"Hey guys how was your weekend" she askes and we dive I to another rant on how hard the latest calc and geography internal is, unltil our teacher finally arrives. He takes the roll and reads out text notices that nobody ever pays any attention to. The bell finally rings and we head our separate ways to class.

Avery is my only friend, well I have other 'friends' but well I'm most definitely the outsider in the group and not really very close with them, that being said I wasn't close to Avery but she always let me sit with her and she was super smart therefore not liked by alot of the popular people so we kinda fit well together, besides it was helpful sitting next the the smartest person on our grade, especially in my worst subject biology.

I wonderd to my first class which was one of my favorites, art. After finally pushing my way through the crowds I make it safely into the classroom, the very loud and energetic class. I smile as I walk in grabbing my art gear. Art is by far one of the best subjects it's so relaxed and the teacher well she generally doesn't care what we do, so there is normally music being payed from Dunstans phone followed by some terrible singing. I sit down at the table smilling, art is the only class where it's doesn't matter where your are placed in the school 'food chain' popular or not everyone sat together and talked. it's was always a good time. However not feeling like being an a chatty mood after a very little sleep and a long weekend I put my head phones in and drowned out the noise of everyone around me.

I pulled out my painting and started getting to work mixing red purpels oranges making diffetent skin tones. I was so lost I'm my work I didn't notice the class had gone dead silent, something that never occurred in a senior class.

I look up to see a new student had walked in, and was talking with the art teacher, the talk becomes louder that before and everyone hurredly whisper's about who the new guy is and where he's from. I can't miss the feverant whispers between two girls on how 'hot' he is.

I roll my eyes and put my head phones back in, turning the volume up louder. I heard an akward cough from besides me, I look up to see the new kid standing there, I huff in annoyance but quickly cover it up with a polite smile, today I'm just really not in the mood, I'm not like this all the time I swear. Pulling out my air buds again  I look up to him.

"Uh, hey the teacher said I could sit here do you mind?" He says while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh sure" I say tunning around and focusing on my painting once again. I hear laughing next to me, "well you will need to move your bag then" the mystery new bouly laughs. I feel my face heat up as I pull my bag of the seat next to me mumbling a quick sorry.

He thumps downs next to me dumping his bag on the table,
"So what's your name?" He asks,

"Uh Emma," I reply taking out my head phones completely as I could tell he probably wouldn't stop talking in the 5 minutes we had left of this class.

"Nice name, I'm Levi" he says, I open my mouth to reply but Mr popular Dunstan starts talking to him before I can. I don't complain and carry on with my work, I really need to focus on finishing this painting today, I have alot to do for my art assignment and I wanted to excellence really badly.

Not a second later the bell rings and everyone rushes to pack up there art supplies however o stay seated. "Uh what's your next class" Levi asks, clearly confused at why I wasn't packing up and leaving.
"Oh I take double Art so I stay here next" I say as I continue to paint. "Oh by yourself? Doesn't it get lonely?" He quizzes
"not really" I say putting my paint brush down. "What's your next class?" I ask him, "ummm  stats with CM, who's that?" He asked confused.
"Oh you have Mrs Moxy, I would hurry if I where you she doesn't like it when students are late"

"Okay I better hurry, see you around Emma!" He yells over is shoulder while  half running out the door, heading in the complete wrong direction.

"Other way" I yell while laughing, I see him spin around, he turns and smiles and me giving we a wave as he passed the door with a quick "thanks". I laugh and turn back to my painting. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

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