Tik Tok | S.P

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Your pov:
You stepped into your car groggily. This would be your last 'first day' of school and it had not started how you'd imagined. A whole new school, away from all your friends- teachers and people you cherished. A fresh start. You admittedly need it, but couldn't come to terms with that fact. You pulled up to the school. It seemed so lifeless and dull on the outside. 'Take me home." You whispered to yourself before parking and exiting your car. Closing the door softly behind you. You looked up at the massive letters attached to the front wall. 'BlueStone High' you pulled open the large glass door and looked around for the office, which was conveniently connected to the entrance hall by a single door. You pushed it open and waited anxiously in front of the large main desk for someone to approach you.
"Are you (y/n) by any chance?"
A tall lady with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes walked toward you.
"Yes actually."
You looked down, picking at your fingernails nervously.
"I'm Mrs Rabe, the principal here. I have your information in my office- just a moment."
She smiled at you sweetly before turning around and walking back down the small hallway she had previously appeared from. You weren't sure if you had to follow her or not so you just stay put. A few moments later she came back with a small pink paper and a larger white one.
"Here's your classes and things, also a late slip. Your attendance won't be effected today, but Paulson tends to be especially picky about that stuff."
She handed you the papers and walked off before you had the chance to say anything. You pushed the office door open once again and walked from the main foyer to one of the hallways.
"Ms Paulson / 107"
You looked up at the door and then down at your schedule. 'This is the room i guess' you could hear students talking from outside before you knocked. After a few seconds the door opened. There stood a tall woman with wavy blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Her full lips were stained pink, and her chocolate brown eyes looked you up and down quickly. She was wearing a purple, patterned dress that stopped just above her knees paired with dark purple heals. Your eyes practically drank in her figure before her voice took you out of your thoughts.
"Excuse me, are you miss (y/n)?"
She flashed you a toothy grin and laughed sweetly. Her voice was angelic. You mentally scolded yourself for staring and bit your lip. Praying that you hadn't started blushing, or at least if you had she wouldn't think anything of it.
"Yes! Yes I'm so sorry, I can get a little flustered sometimes."
You giggled in response and tucked a piece of your (y/h/c) hair behind your ear.
"I get it, a new environment can be overwhelming. I already have a desk for you, come with me."
You took a moment to blush awkwardly to yourself once she turned around before following your new teacher into the room. You looked around the neatly decorated class room. Not sure if you should feel intimidated or at home with the new space.
Small white fairy lights were strung up on each of the four walls that were covered with posters of random quotes or bands. Everything just looked so cozy and comforting. You never wanted to leave. Ms Paulson stopped in front of one of the desks and tapped the top twice with her hand.
"I hope you don't mind sitting near the front, I wouldn't have a problem rearranging the seating plan if you'd like-"
You smiled softly at her. You could tell already you were going to love her. There seemed to not be a fibre of evil in this woman. 'I've only just met her, maybe she's just having a good day. I really need to stop feeling things for people so quick.'
"No no it's completely okay. I'm fine sitting here. Thank you for being so sweet to me though."
A small part of you wish you had kept that last part to yourself. She smiled that same soft smile-
"You're welcome sweetheart."
-and walked back to her desk. You set your bag down and pulled out your note book, sketching whatever was on your mind. You spaced out with the pencil still in your hand. Just letting it do it's thing. Watching as your mind spilled its contents onto the paper beneath you. It was something you had taught yourself to do while in boring lectures or uneventful situations in general. It was a very useful tool to help yourself vent, too. You herd the bell ring abruptly. Almost knocking you out of your seat. You clutched your chest, startled for a moment before packing your things back into your bag and heading to your next class.
I think I'm really going to like it here.

***

"How was my favourite seniors first day of school, huh?"
Your mom walked out from the kitchen with her arms wide. motioning you in for a hug. She threw her arms around you and you buried your face into her chest. There wasn't one thing you loved more then coming home to hugs, which was not something that happened often since your parents were always busy working across the country.
"It was okay, I really like my home room teacher."
You mumbled against her. She pulled back and held onto your shoulders.
"who is this home room teacher you sound so happy about? Is she or he nice?"
You glanced down at the floor. A pink tint that was almost barely noticeable panted across your face.
"She's Ms Paulson. She's really sweet and super nice to be around. Just an overall comforting person."
The other woman smiled and let go of you.
"That's great to hear, love. Did you get any homework?"
"Yes, unfortunately. But only in math and science. Nothing in history."
You sighed and gnawed on the inside of your lip.
"I'm assuming history is what that Paulson lady teaches."
You tried your hardest to hold back a laugh.
"Yes, that paulson lady is my history teacher."
You giggled to yourself and made your way upstairs. You walked into your room, kicking the door closed and basically face planting onto your bed. That Paulson lady. the silly name replayed itself in your head a few times before you rolled over into your back and sat up. You looked down at your backpack and noticed your journal from earlier poking out of the side.

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Hi there! I've wanted to try writing an actual story for ages, so here's my attempt at a first chapter:) I have a story line for this in mind but it's not quite complete yet so bare with me. I'm going to try to update whenever I can since I'm currently writing a bunch of parts in advance so I don't have to freak out about rushing to write them the day I want them up lol.
Please give me feedback, (and if I've made a spelling or grammar mistake please for the love of god tell me. I won't be upset or embarrassed it's very helpful in the long run) it's very useful!
<3 :)