Betrayal ➳ z.m.

2- Newbie

- Ally -

"I'm on a highway to hell" I sang inside my head as we walked through the entrance of our new school.

Everyone looked at Sara and me with a strange look. I felt uncomfortable as I walked through the school halls. We walked towards the office to get our schedules.

The secretary smiled when we came in through the door. I almost ran into it because it was made of glass.

I had to admit that I was a clumsy person.

"You must be Sara and Ally Noyan! Welcome to London High! Here are your schedules, and if you look right next to me, you see all the books you need, you can put them into your lockers. The numbers of your lockers and their combinations are written on your schedules."

She handed us little pieces of paper with our schedules on it. We took our books and left the office.

"What do you have on 1st period? I've got chemistry, ugh."

"Please kill me, I've got maths." She said with an annoyed look on her tired face.

"Poor you, are you gonna cry now?" I said with much sarcasm.

"Oh shut up. I gotta go now, I don't wanna be late, meet me after school at my car."

"Nerd." I hissed. I looked at the time and saw that we still had 15 minutes before the bell ringed. I sometimes wonder what happened to my crazy sister.

I was neither the best nor the worst at school. In contract to Sara I was bad, I mean, she litterally had got 'A's in every subject. But my grades were okay so I was happy with that, there were people who had worse.

I looked for my locker, it was number 129.

126..127..128..129. There it was. I never had a locker like this before. In Germany we opened our lockers with a key, but here were some complicated locks that I never understood.

I opened my locker and put in the books that I got from the secretary. Then I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Kylie.

To: Kylie
KYLIE. I'm at school and I just don't want to be here. I wish you a great Monday, hope yours is gonna be better than mine x

I noticed that two lockers next to me there was a boy with jet black hair and hazel colored eyes standing at his own locker, pulling out a book.

Was this a dream?

I couldn't believe what I saw. This boy was so handsome. After staring at him, I heard a voice coming from my left.

It was a girl with long black curly hair and light brown eyes. "His name is Zayn Malik" She said.

"Sounds Arabic , I love Arabic names." I said. In fact that mine is Arabic too.

My name is Aliya, not Ally. Everyone calles me Ally, so I call myself Ally too. But I didn't tell anyone in England, I just felt better with my nickname.

"And what's your name?" The girl pulled me out of my thoughs into reality. A smile was plastered on her face.

"Ali- I mean Ally." My thoughts got mixed with my words. "And yours?"

"My name's Mikayla, I see you're new here. Where are you from?"

I got sad when she asked me. I had the require to crawl into a corner and cry. Okay Ally stop. Put your shit together. You're strong.

"I moved here from Germany" I put on a fake smile.

"Oh, cool." She noticed that I was just acting like I was happy with this situation. She changed the subject and I was thankful for that.