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1.First day

☆First day☆

Michael Clifford is 16 years old, and he is a former highschooler. Well, kind of. He always skips class, and he always gets into trouble. He was expelled of many schools, for fighting and messing with the other students.

Michael parent's got divorced at a very young age. Michael never knew his mother, she left after the divorce. He never felt bad about it though. He never felt bad about anything really. His father is a 40 year old man who is never home, who is always going to bars and getting drunk. Michael never sees him, but when he does it's awful. 

Once, his father threw at him an empty bottle of vodka and it hitted in his forehead. Michael now has a small scar, but it's hard to see.

He decided to change of school again (this time without being expelled) because he wanted to go to the one near his house. He hated to take the bus every morning, and if he changed to Saint Peter's school, he could go walking.

Monday, 6AM

"UGH!'' ''WHERE THE HELL IS MY PACK OF CIGGARETES?!'' Michael screamed, searching desesperated in the pockets of his jacket and jeans. ''Found them!'' He yelled with joy as he grabbed one and put it between his teeth. ''Now where the fuck is my lighter? Oh it's here'' He said, grabbing it from his night table. He lighted his cigar and felt pleasure. He let out the smoke off his mouth, smiling. Michael enjoyed smoking, a lot. It made him relax.

He had to get ready for the first day of school. It was the first time he had to wear an uniform, and with the little money he gained from his job he managed to get a second-handed one, filled with small holes on the white shirt. The pants were grey, and of course filled with holes too. ''Fuck shoes, ill go with vans'' He said with an irritated face. Shoes were too expensive for him to buy, so he'd just stick to his old vans, which were glory since they were really, really confortable. 

He had a quick breakfast, grabbed his old school bag and walked at a slow pace to the school. As he got there, he felt like people were staring at him. Probably because he was smoking. But he didn't give a fuck about it, he loved to smoke.

But people weren't looking at him because of that. Everything in Michael was different. His hair was green, shiny green. He had a lip piercing, a nose piercing, and another one in his eyebrow. He also had a tongue piercing, and one expander in each ear. He looked attractive, in his own way.

He made his way into his class, but noticed the door was closed, and everyone was inside. ''Late the first day, great'' He thought as he opened the door.

All of the students were silent and so was the teacher, who had never seen a young boy with that aspect. 

''You must be the new boy. Your name is Michael isn't it?'' The teacher said, looking at him with an angry expression. ''Yeah, im the new one'' Michael answered indiferent. ''Hey, can I smoke here?'' He asked to the teacher. She looked furious at him and started screaming that he shouldn't make stupid jokes the first day of school, and blah blah. Michael didn't hear a word of it.

''Now go and sit next to Luke Hemmings, at the back, please.''

Michael walked slowly to the back and sitted next to a tall, blond, blue-eyed boy who looked at him with curiosity. 

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Omg this is my first fic ever! I hope this is good, and sorry for my english!! Im writing part two soon so yeah.. Is this ok? I really hope you like it!