Good Girls - Michael Clifford

She Looks So Perfect

I fixed my side french braid as I took in one last glance in the mirror before heading into the kitchen.

"Hey mom," I greeted my mother, who stood in front of the stove. She was cooking a large, delicious amount of yummy food called breakfast.

"Hi honey, are you ready for your first day of school? I'm sure it will be wonderful!" My mother squealed in her overjoyed, high pitched voice.

Kill me, now.

Seriously.

I may act all girly on the outside, but on the inside, I'm ready to BREAK FREEEEEEE!!!!! COS I CAN'T RESIST IT NO MO-

Okay I'm done now.

"Yeah, sounds wonderful..." I sighed, a bit of sarcasm evident in my voice.

Moving was not one of my favorite things to do. Especially moving to a whole new country. Who wants to do that? Not me, that's for sure.

"Here, you can have this," my mother told me, handing me a plate full of food.  Sausages, pancakes, and eggs with bacon on the inside. Well, my day just got a whole lot better.

I scarfed down my food in a matter of seconds, before running back to my room to grab my backpack full of supplies. 

My mom and I exchanged goodbyes before I headed out the door and down the street to my school.

* * *

As I walked into the school, I bumped into a hard surface and immediately fell down.

"Shoot, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed.

"No, I'm sorry. I should really watch where I'm going," I heard him apologize in that Austrian accent.

Huh.

I like that accent.

I looked up to see the guy getting off of the floor, turning over to me to lend out a hand for me to grab. I apologetically smiled and grabbed his hand, him helping me get up.

He had blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes.  He had a black metallic ring in the bottom of his lip, and wore a Guns N' Roses shirt with black skinny jeans and black shoes.

"I...should probably get to class.." I slowly stated after staring at him for a moment.

"Um... yeah, sure."

We both awkwardly walked away, going in opposite directions.  I began my journey to find where the office is.  I wish I asked that guy where it is...

After a few minutes of searching, I reached my destination, the first bell almost ready to ring.  I entered the office after knocking, and looked towards the person who sat in front of me.

He had light brown hair with blue eyes, and was dressed in a suit. His desk tag indicated he was known as Mr. Heinkins.  He seems familiar...

I heard a throat being cleared, and remembered I was in the office staring at the principal, I believe.

Way to be creepy...

"Um, hi...I'm new here and I needed to get my schedule.." I awkwardly said.

"May I have your name?"

"Allison Marxian," I stated.

His eyes widened for a split second, but the turned back to normal.  He got out of his swivel chair and went to the printer, grabbing a sheet of paper. I'm guessing that's my schedule.

"Here you go.  And can you wait one minute as I call up your helping partner?" he questioned as he gave me the piece of paper.

"Huh?"

"Whenever there is a new student that has transferred, we have a student that is a grade higher help out by showing you where everything is for the first week." He explained.

"Oh..." I tried to absorb the information he just handed me.

"So, since you transferred, he will help you.  But first I need to call him down," he turned and headed to the school phone on his desk without saying another word to me.

Wait him?

Him?!??

My partner is a guy.

How wonderful.

"He should be down any minute, so you can wait outside the office for him," Mr. Heinkins half smiled.

"Thanks," I fake smiled and sat outside where there were chairs.

So, I move to Sydney, Australia, and transfer to a new school to find out I have a guy as a helper for the locations of the school? Why couldn't he be a girl?

As these thoughts clouded my mind, I felt a tap on my shoulder. 

I looked up to see a guy with dyed red hair and hazel eyes staring down at me.

"Are you," he paused, grabbing my sheet and scanning over it before continuing his sentence.

"Are you Allison Marxian?" He said, in a thick Australian accent.

"Um...yeah," I told him.

"Well, hi.  I'm Michael Clifford and I'm going to be your student helper person... thingy."

Well, great.

Just,

Great.

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