It looks like my only friend, is me.

~ Chapter One: Monday ~

Monday. Most people's least favorite day. But for me, I kind of like it. I wake up, change into my favourite jeans and t-shirt and drink a large cup of coffee. Mondays are great - a fresh start, a new beginning (a new book.)

I swung my backpack over my back and stuff in a few books, I had to return some to the library today. I said goodbye to my mum and kissed my dog goodbye. On a Monday i always treat myself to going to school a little bit early so I can have a nose around the library. Walking to school was nice - the birds were singing and the wind was cool and gentle.

My school was practically empty at this point. No one knew i was here. I didn't break in or anything - my mother told me I always had a quiet presence, so no one ever payed much attention to me. The library was empty, the shelves were oak and tall, with thousands of books, thousands of voices waiting to be heard. I went straight to my favourite section - romance. Cliché as it is, a teenage girl overly obsessed with the workings of love, but it wasn't just that I loved to sound of the voices and picturing the characters in my head as I flipped through each page.

Form time was first. This was pretty much the only time I could get away with reading without having to stuff my book in my bag and 'pretend to look for something.' Most teachers were oblivious to the fact that I was delving in a novel. I had good grades and I payed attention (most of the time.) "Good Morning class, today's announcements, Janice Moon the head teacher wants to see you at lunch, Robin - three lates last week, please go and see Mr Grove. Right I thinks that's about it..." I usually tune out from the morning announcements, nothings about me, just the girls and guys who are always in trouble or have caused any drama one way or another.

My first lesson, English. Probably the greatest lesson. My teacher Miss Townsend was lovely, she really appreciated my enthusiasm and love for reading. I would always stay behind class and discuss my latest read or what I saw on the telly. She was more a friend than a teacher. "Hello, hello everyone, please turn your books to chapter three and complete all tasks, when your done please come to me for any extensions," Not like Miss Tounsend didn't play attention to us, she did, but she sort of let us do our own thing. Most of the kids in my class don't pay any attention and they just gossip or through paper airplanes at Miss. I completed the work and just pulled out a book from my bag. "Psst...psst," I glanced up. Ruby Mills. Great. The school gossip, she knows everything about anyone. She sees and knows all. "Wilkins, wake up," she was snapping her fingers at me, "Yes Ruby,"
"What you got there?"
"A book,"
"Can I get your answers, please?" Ruby never did work she just asked me for it, she knew she could get it out of me, I was like that. I knew that if I said no I would have some rumour or another spread about me. "Fine Ruby," she snatched the paper put of my hands and began scribbling on her paper.

Time passed, and eventually it was lunch. In the summertime I like to venture on our school field and sit under a shaded tree and read and eat my leftover pasta from last night. I steer well clear from the boys as they will definetly kick a football at my head. The girls just stand in circle gossiping and giggling. I always enjoy my own company, just being alone is very peaceful. I flicked open my book and began reading.

The end of the day, finally. When the final bell rang I was the first person out. I walked straight to my Monday afternoon treat. My local Cafe, Chloe's, this place was practically my second home. I ordered my usual, A tall latte and a blueberry muffin. I sat at the counter table and began doing some homework.

The door opens and the bell rings. In walks this boy. He was tall with sun kissed skin and luscious brown hair. His blue eyes were bright and unnoticeable. His smile lit up the room. He walked so gracefully and with pride. He rested his masculine arms on the counter and began ordering. I couldn't stop staring he was perfect. If someone could ever be perfect, it would be him. Suddenly, reality hit. This was like the girls in my books, hooked by the 'bad boy' niave as they were, I could totally see where they were coming from. He picked up his to go cup and gracefully walked out the door. As if nothing happened. I was breathless. Utter shock.

I walked home still picturing his strong gazing and smile.

11pm. I layed in bed. Thinking. Words couldn't describe him. He was stunning. I closed my eyes in hope that I would fall asleep quickly. The faint sound of the telly ringed in my ears. Then I fell asleep.