Chapter 1

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I wake up to the usual screeching of my mother yelling my name, followed by my sister yelling at her to shutup. I moan and turnover, until I hear footsteps coming up the hallway in which I jump up and pretend to be getting my clothes out. "James, I swear if you're not getting ready you will be dead!" My mum yells. I then yell out "Don't worry mum, I'm just getting my clothes!". After I get my clothes out, I walk down the hallway and slowly walk into the bathroom to which I have my usual shower. After about five minutes I'm all ready and dressed for school. I then ask mum to make me a quick breakfast before I catch the bus, but as usual she didn't.

I give my mum a kiss goodbye and walk down the street. God, how much I hate this street. It's just full of crazy and old people. I finally get down to the bus stop and catch my bus to the station. Did I say how much I hate morning bus rides too? Well I do, this morning some fat guy who couldn't stop coughing sat next to me. After I get off the bus I walk to school with no one but myself. As I arrive in the school gates my friends greet me with the usual "hello" and "how are you". Straight away the bell for roll call rang, and I whisper to myself "ugh great, another day at school" and I then sigh.

I have maths first up, which is even worst then waking up to my sisters snoring, but I sometimes enjoy it. I line up outside the room, when someone flashes me a smile. I smile back I don't know who she is. I'm pretty sure she is in my year. I think about where I could know her from... Oh... That's right, my science class. I walk into my class and I'm instantly greeted by this girl, I couldn't help notice the beautiful sparkle of blue and aqua in her eyes. She also has a beautiful smile, I ask her what her name is and she replies "Stephanie" and I then tell her my name. I then go sit down at the back of the class, and just do my work. My teacher reckons I should progress to advanced maths but my sister says it's useless. After a while, the bell goes and I then move to science.

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