♡Jirsty Oneshots♡

Song For Whoever// The Beautiful South

This purely comes from one lyric in a song inspiring a whole fanfic, based on the line 'I love you from the bottom of my pencil case' from Song For Whoever by The Beautiful South. This is based in a Secondary School where Kirsty and Jack are both sixteen x
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Jack's POV:
I haven't been living in England for that long if you think about it, only two years ago I moved with my family to London from Ireland. I have noticed the similarities and differences between here and back home, from the slang and even appearances. Joining a new secondary school didn't seem like too much of a difference at first, I still had to wear a uniform, the display boards looked the same, the curriculum was more or less the same and heck even the state of the boys' toilets were the same as back home. But the one thing that was significantly different was that I always got picked on, and rumours often spread about me. Some lad called Harry was notorious for starting the rumours and letting them escalate, he constantly chucks wet paper towels at me, spits at me in the corridor and always try's to steal my much loved guitar out of my case and smash it. I've tried to talk to one of my teachers about it with a very much predictable response, they had the audacity to say:

"Get over it!" And that never helps, at the end of Year 10 I hit a low point. It was probably one of the biggest rumours to spread about me and I am still constantly reminded of the false statements that were spreading round like a virus. Harry told some of his mates that I had asked all the girls on the cheerleading squad to send me their nudes, he had set up a fake snapchat account and everything and I was constantly being shamed in the corridors. It had gotten to the point where I would fake being sick so I wouldn't have to go to school as I couldn't face the humiliation, once my attendance got to the point were I was a persistent absentee my Mum was called in to have a meeting with the head teacher. Sat in that office I felt physically sick as I just couldn't take it anymore, I finally told my Mum and head teacher what had happened and they eventually punished Harry. He wasn't punished as well as I thought he'd be, he just had to spend the week in isolation, after he did his time everyone was mad at me saying that I was either a liar or a snitch. I knew full well that I did nothing wrong, Harry knew he was completely in the wrong but with his dominance in the school being the 'Popular' kid then there really was no chance of winning against him.

I was sat in English class, just counting down the minutes until lunchtime. Lunchtime I could just be alone in the library doing my homework, studying for a test or something. I felt a whack on to back of my head with ruler, it was most likely Harry. I tried to ignore it and got on with my poem analyses, I was getting quite into it, I had a lot to say about it. It was inspiring to me. I've been trying to write some poems of my own that I could use as song lyrics, I'd like to write about personal experiences too but I doubt a song about getting hit over the head with a ruler would be top of the charts.

"Harry, keep the stationary to yourself please." Mrs Gale said sternly, she sees everything that happens in the class and would always defend me if she noticed anyone distracting or picking on me. I liked Mrs Gale, she isn't normally our English teacher, she is just a substitute while our actual teacher is out sick, but she was actually my music teacher. She liked my music, she understood my passion and understood me as a person. In a way she was my only friend, that was kind of sad.

We finished our poem analyses, we had moved on to another poem in our anthologies. The classroom was louder now as we had to discuss our interpretations, but no one ever chooses to talk to me so I made notes on my own.

"Jack...hey Jack."I heard a soft girl's voice say, I looked up from my anthology and saw it was Kirsty talking to me. Truth be told, I'd been lovingly staring at the back of her head since I joined the school, she seemed so sweet. She was quite popular, but not irritatingly popular. She was just fun to be around. I suddenly got a lump in my throat when I realized she was talking to me.