I wont give up (Callum Hood imagine)

Chapter 4

Ravens P.O.V

"Morning honey," my father greeted me as I walked into the kitchen, cringing at the coldness from the tiles.

"Morning," I said lifelessly.

"Your mother told me you like your new school," he said obviously trying to make conversation.

"Yeah it's all right, I guess," I replied pouring myself a glass of Oj.

Yesterday was my first day of attending school here in Australia and I was actually really liking it. I made a great bunch of friends and there was one who stood out to me quiet a lot, I think his name is Calum. As soon as I seen him walk though those office doors, I was instantly gazing over his dark beautiful skin. He had dark brown hair which sat perfectly. His eyes were also dark but also beautiful. He was really tall and even though I'm short he still towered of many others. There was just something about him that drew my attention, but I just couldn't quiet tell what.

"Well I'm glad your liking it," he walked over to me kissing my forehead.

My mood suddenly dropped and I was flooded with many old memories.

I wrapped my arms around my father, letting tears pour from my eyes.

I could hear quiet sobs fall from his mouth as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

"Things will get easier," he told me in a shaky voice, "I promise."

I pulled away and he whipped my tears.

"Thanks dad."

"Don't thank me, just go get ready for school and don't forget that we're going out for tea tonight," he smiled at me.

"Okay, I'll see you later," I waved as he grabbed his guitar and left for work.

That's one thing I love about him. My father was a great guitarist, well he was actually great with everything musical. He used to work as a co manger for a recording label in America but after the accident, he quit that job moving to Australia for a fresh start. He got a job at a college for musicians teaching. Even though he is my father I'm still really proud that he's doing something he loves. My mother was much the same, she is an amazing singer. Before I was born her and dad used to be back up for great artists. Well that explains my love for music.

I ran up stairs before jumping in the shower, washing away my gritty mood. I blow dried and straightened my long black hair, tying my American flag bandana around my head. I placed on a little make up, wanting to make an effort. I chucked on my black ripped skinnies and my Nirvana band tee, finishing with my red plaid top and all black converses.

This was my casual signature look, where back home I was that different one, but here I seemed to have a lot in common with a few people who where all amazing.

Grabbing my books for today, chucking them in my bag I ran downstairs.

Because I lived only a few blocks away from school I decided I would walk. Even though I was newbe here, I could still remember which direction and streets to follow.

The walk to school was short and interesting. I seen many people walk past smiling and greeting me, which never happened in America. It felt good.

"Raven," Melissa sung as I walked into class embracing me in the hug I was now very common with. Normally I would find extremely random contact uncomfortable but for some reason, this girl just seemed to just make it feel normal.

"Hey Melissa," I replied smiling and taking my seat.

I turned around and all four boys, who seemed to perfect, all sat there smiling.