Comes With The Seasons

Chapter 5

Hey guys, sorry about this chapter. It's kind of just to let you guys know the most of the characters that I will have in the story. Anyway, here is your chapter!

Vicky slams open the door to our English class, scaring the life out of our new English teacher, Miss Cambridge. I smack my hand to my forehead in disappointment. I look over at Ben to see he has done the same.

"Victoria . . . I w-would appreciate it if you opened the door like a n-normal person," Miss Cambridge stutters, her hand on her heart.

"Sorry Miss," I apologize knowing Vicky wouldn't say shit.

We walk past the teacher and sit down in the back of the class. Vicky sits beside me, Ben taking a seat in front of her. I laugh as Vicky searches through her books for her English textbook that she didn't bring to class, I literally saw her leave it in her locker. Her head drops down onto the table in defeat. Poor girl.

"Alright can I have your attention? I'll be starting the role now," Miss Cambridge shouts loudly.

The class becomes silent. Knowing far too well of the amount of anger a teacher can hold. Stupid Mr Franks and that 4 page fucking essay!

"Okay then, Kieran Anderson?" Smartest kid in school. Too bad he got put in the same English class as the fuckwits.

"Here."

"Cloe Berryman?" She is one of the popular bitches. I heard from Vicky, who is never wrong by the way, that she only got into year 11 by fucking one of the teachers.

"Hi."

"Emma Brooks?" Tom's sister, I've only talked to her a couple times but she is WAYYY nicer than him.

"Not Here."

"Tom Brooks?"

"Here!" I look back to see Tom staring at me, I shoot a glare at him before turning back to the front. Man whore.

"Benjamin Crisp?"

"Yes and it's just Ben." That's my Benny boi.

"Alright, Felix De-Silva?" Never comes to ANY class, I fail to see how he is still a student here.

. . . . .

"Nope, Heather Dyke?"

"Present Miss Cambridge!" cheers Heather brightly. Suck up, she's actually a giant bitch. She once stole my book "just cause" and fucking threw it into the pool because, y'know "just cause".

"Hayley Finch?" She's in the soccer team. She's not that social but I got to say she's fucking amazing at soccer.

"Yep!"

"Vivian Fremont?" Ugh, she is Heather's best friend. She isn't the most popular one but she is fucking worse than Heather I tell you.

"Not Present Miss!" Thank god.

"Alexis Greene?" I haven't actually talked to Alexis. I'm too scared that her overprotective, multimillionaire brother will kill me.

"Here."

"Lucy-Belle Johnson?" Bookworm. If you ever need to find her she is always sitting in the EXACT same spot in the library, a bean bag next to the NON-FICTION category.

"Yes."

"Peter Morrison?" Tom's best friend. Prankster of Tom's little group and a complete asshole.

"Sorry Miss, nope." I forgot how much the gods love me for a second.

"Victoria Sawyer." My best motherfucking friend. She was there for me when my Grandpa died. She didn't leave my side until I LITERALLY threw her out of my house.