Mine // OC backstory

Chapter One

The alarm clock sounded. It's deafening screeches woke me up so suddenly I fell out of my bed in a messy heap.

I calmly got up pretending what happened didn't, not aware of how important today was, I took down the calendar from my wall and looked at what day it was with no worries at all.

Then I found out what day it was, and the discord commenced.

Shooting out the room at the speed of light, I clutched my uniform firmly in my grip and shoved it on in an extremely slobbish manner, only after to find out I was perfectly on schedule, like usual, so I neatened myself up and brushed my hair and teeth, I needed to look my best for this day, and by best I mean a little bit of a stand-out, not just the cliché grey sweater and black skirt; so I grabbed my rose quartz and amethyst bracelet and gently put it around my wrist, along with my new watch. 

I headed downstairs and completely skipped breakfast, I couldn't be bothered to  prepare  anything now, so instead I packed my bag with my diary, notebook and stationary, and headed out the door.

Me and my best friend Kibi were meeting up and walking together so I wanted to be organised and preferably get there before her, I knew today we'd both be running around like headless chickens due to it being our first day back at school, which was a huge day at Clamson High usually, but it's even bigger for me because I'm going into my last year of high school, mixed emotions were overflowing in my head, because it meant all of my classes, teachers and sets were changing, and I heard rumours there were new teachers this year, so that means we're probably having an hour long "welcome back to hell, let's give the same introduction we've given every year" speech.

Now, the thing is, I really don't mind school if I'm honest, it's just some of the teachers I've had this year have really put me in a bad place, as they're perfectly aware of my mental disorders, and yet if I go ask to take a breather most of them insist I stay in the classroom, which usually results in me breaking down in an even worse way than usual; so maybe what with some new teachers coming this year I might be better off.

As I approached the school gates I could feel the knots tying in my throat. Somehow Kibi had arrived before me, even though I was thirty or more minutes early, so God knows whenshe arrived. I waved to her as she walked to meet me halfway. I was so happy to see a friendly face again.

"So, you ready to get in this first day of hell and get straight out again?" Kibi inquired

"Well, I can only pray for us both that it'll go well."

"I've already heard rumours about these new unfortunate souls joining the other miserable old bags teaching." Kibi giggled at herself, I almost did aswell, but I decided to act in a mature way due to me being seen as the quote unquote "responsible and mature" one of the group although I couldn't be anymore further away from that, they just say that because I always do well in my work and homework and always pay attention and answer every single thing correctly despite the subject... sometimes it can really bug me, but most of the time I just take it in my stride.

"Kibi, you shouldn't talk about our teachers like that." I replied in a sarcastic tone as we began to walk up to the gates. 

"You can't say I'm wrong though, I mean, look at Mr Adamikosi, he's practically a walking skeleton!" I had to let out a giggle to that. 

Slowly but surely, we made it to the canteen area specially reserved for the grade. Kibi looked exhausted despite only walking a few minutes.

We sat down on the nearest bench talking about what we had done over the holidays, our thoughts about this year, you know, all the stuff you would talk about on the first day of school, we went quiet for a bit thinking of other topics to talk about, when suddenly I overheard the conversation of another two students walking past.

"That teacher in room forty-three looks dead fit." One of them said in a revoltingly slutty tone.

"Oh definitely, I hope I'm in his class!" The other smiled creepily. 

I gagged in pure disgust.

"What's up?" Kibi clearly didn't hear what I heard, which is probably a good thing.

"Nothing, just the natural reflex reaction of being back here" We both laughed. The bell sounded and floods of students began to pour into the main building, I looked at room forty-three ominously.

 "Come on! Let's see what classes and teachers we have!" Kibi excitedly cheered as she firmly grabbed my wrist and dragged me to form.

Honestly, I'm already unconvinced that this year is going to be better than the last, especially after the conversation I just overheard; I just hope for the poor guy's sake he doesn't have them in his class, otherwise he's gonna be in for a surprise, and an extremely horrific one at that. 

I tried to focus myself back on which teachers I'd have this year, but for some reason, the thought of that poor new teacher having a bunch of students after him just makes me feel bad, and I can't quite seem to get the dread of me being in that room out of my mind, I mean, don't take that the wrong way, hell, I'd never have a crush on a teacher, it's so wrong, I don't understand how girls can just go around talking like that about a teacher, I mean, to be honest, the whole idea of crushes and love has always been alien to me, I know how strange that sounds but it's true, Kibi has never understood me regarding that.

Me, Kibi and the rest of our form stood outside the classroom waiting to go in, however, I was just more bracing myself for what teachers I had and which rooms I was in, I feel like this year could be the worst, yet most exciting one yet.