Urghhh... mornings, I groaned inwardly as I dragged myself out of the cosy sheets and onto my island kitchen bench, without bothering to change out of my PJs or to brush my mop of brown hair. I grabbed a coffee and two pieces of toast and slumped in my favourite spot; a grey couch that overlooks the glorious city of San Francisco.
Turning on the TV, I'm greeted with warnings about the 'notorious Woman in Black'. Please. Don't flatter me. Those police can't even figure out my name - It's their fault I'm so 'mysterious'. I spammed the volume button as they started the morning show announcements came on. "Good Morning, San Francisco! Your daily announcements are as following: People are protesting against the dramatic up in prices at The Downtown Diner; as of Tuesday..." I tuned out as the reporter blabbered on about the usual crap, and instead watched the stunning city wake up, ready to start another busy day. Then something 'caught my ear'. Ha-ha. Sorry that was bad. "... Police are seriously knuckling down on teenagers who are simply 'skipping school'. Officer James Crawford says that any teens who aren't at a school by tomorrow will be tracked and sent back to school, and a watchman will be assigned to them" Oh crap. If the department of Education give the police an extra reason to double the patrols on me, I'm gone. I ran over to my laptop. (Well... not really mine... It's their fault they left it alone... in a locker...) I quickly searched for the nearest school and a public school popped up. It was cheap and close - not to mention easy to stay under the radar if you know how to do it - my specialty. I enrolled myself and sighed drastically at the prospect of going back to school for the first time in twelve years. Bullies, Barbie Dolls and Boys, are the three B's of why school is the worst. Plus with homework and teachers thrown in the mix, it's awful. I googled more information about Eagle Ridge High School and, through some fairly simply hacking, found a floor plan and other useful information. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BE- CRASH! I looked drowsily down at the floorboards while I rubbed my now bruised knuckles, glancing dismissively at where my clock now lay with wires sticking out from it at all angles. Dam, I punch hard. Oh well. Why was that thing even on? Ohhhhhh.... that's right. I have to go to school for the first time in 12 years. Yay.
After I showered, I threw on my usual casual outfit: black converse, dark purple shirt, black leather jacket and black jeans, grabbed some toast and stomped out to my motorbike, started the engine and zipped towards the school, illegally passing cars on the busy roads.
Pulling into the school's car park, I parked my stolen purple and black sports bike underneath a giant oak tree marking the entrance to living hell. As I was picking up my bag, a rough hand spun me round.
"HEY! What do you think you're doing?" He was tall, with strong muscles and pale blond hair. His eyes were a dark brown and they bore into mine menacingly. I glared viciously back. "I'm going to school-what did you think I was doing?" I asked, smirking. He narrowed his eyes. "No, why are you in my spot?" He questioned, glaring down at me. "Oh, was this your spot? I'm am so sorry, your highness! I'll move immediately! ...Actually, on second thought - maybe I won't" I snapped back. One of his friends snickered. He had bright auburn hair and was fairly tan. "Shut up, Ethan" Mr. That's my Spot snarked. That just made Ethan laugh more. "Well I'm sorry but I have classes to attend, that are seemingly more important than arguing with a bunch of immature boys" I quipped as I strutted through the four boys with a smirk. "C'mon, Zac lets go" I heard Ethan say. Zac's eyes bore into my back. "Idiot" he muttered under his breath. I stopped. "What did you just call me?" I spun on my heels, a glare on my features, my fists balled. Now it was Zac's turn to smirk. "I called you an idiot. You have a problem with that, princess?" I scrunched up my nose, and walking quickly and lithely forward, I punched him in the face. Then, I grabbed his arm and twisted it round his back, rendering him useless. I put my mouth to his ear and breathed: "Never. EVER. Call a girl an idiot" I let him struggle for a moment before turning and sauntering up the stairs to school. By now we had attracted quite a crowd. I guess that's gonna happen when the new girl beats up the tough bad boy before she steps onto the threshold. "Scram, don't you have better things to do?!" I yelled at the group; my fists clenched. I walked into science feeling extremely grumpy. I slumped in my seat and buried my head in a textbook-not reading it- just pretending to. The door slammed open and in came Mr. Steal my Spot, Zac. All the girls giggled and whispered to one another as he strutted over to his seat behind mine. I rolled my eyes at the arrogant air that he brought with him, and caught sight of another girl, who had just walked in, doing the same. I grinned at her and she came and sat next to me. "Hi, I'm Jasmine. You new here?"She was pretty, with black skin and hair that was braided into tons of tiny braids that she flicked over her shoulder as she talked. I smiled. "Yeah, I'm Ayla. I... uh... moved here over the summer break" I replied. We got talking and I found out that she was a rebel (like me!), a bookworm (unlike me) and that she plays basketball. All throughout the lesson I could feel Zac's intense glare penetrating through the back of my skull. Then the teacher, Mr Jobe, walked in, and doing the typical teacher thing, made me stand up and introduce myself. "Hey everyone, I'm Ayla Grace Lee, I moved here from England during the break, uh, yeah. Random fact is that I like pizza" I slumped back down into my seat, satisfied with my introduction.
Halfway through the lesson, a foot connected sharply with the backside of my chair. "What the heck?" I hissed, turning around. Zac's smirking face was enough of an answer. "Don't kick my chair, pinhead!" I snarled. "Miss Lee, please turn around to the front and stop talking," Mr Jobe said in his monotone voice. I glared at both men as I swiveled to the front of the class. The teacher continued teaching, and another series of kicks made me want to punch the grin off his pompous face. Or maybe I should kick his face; that would be more appropriate. I filled my head with these thoughts of revenge while the kicks continued. He soon realised that his tactic wasn't working, so he resorted to shooting spit wads in my already-a-pain-to-brush hair. I hissed through my teeth, using all my self-control to restrain myself. Pizza. Large, delicious margarita pizza. A large wad of sticky paper splattered itself on the back of my ear, slowly sliding down my neck. That was the last straw. Throwing back my chair with an atrocious crash, I spun around and raised my textbook above my head, readying myself to bring it down on Zac's head. "AYLA LEE!" Mr Jobe's angry face was not one you wanted to see. His goatee was quivering, and his usually pale face was bright red. His brow was furrowed and pointed and looked like it would break any minute. "But sir-" "There is no excuse for attacking another student! Detention starting Wednesday for the rest of the week, and your parents will be notified! I expected better on your first day!" He shakily sat back down. I fumed silently while Zac stood up. "Sir, it's my fault. I provoked her" Mr Jobe glanced up at the tall, burly young man. "Detention for you as well then I'm afraid. Thank you for your honesty." Great. Now I have to spend detention with the dimwit that caused it. By the time lunch came, I was more than ready to leave this horrid prison. I slumped down at a random table and started digging into a delicious margarita pizza. "Stealing my spot again, are you Princess?" he smirked in my ear. Why did I have to choose his table? I ignored him and kept eating my pizza. "Are you going to move or am I going to move you?" Zac asked. Once again, I continued to ignore him. I Ethan from this morning behind him as well. "Go. Away. Now." I warned menacingly. "Don't say I didn't warn you" Suddenly two strong arms wrapped around my waist and hoisted me out of my seat and onto a heavily muscled shoulder. "ZAC! WHAT THE HELL?!" I screeched. I felt his shoulder heave with laughter beneath me. The cafeteria was silent except for his and his friend's laughter and my frenzied shrieking. After parading me jokingly around the table, he roughly dumped me down on the seat next to 'his', while his Ethan sat down across from him. Zac grabbed my pizza and started tucking in. I crossed my arms and glared at him. "HEY! That's mine!" I grumbled. "You want it back?" He asked, smirking and holding the now slobbery piece towards me. I wrinkled my nose. "Never mind," I muttered. Just then, Jasmine came bustling over. "Hey guys!" She said, grinning. "I'm glad you've started making more friends, Ayla" I wrinkled my nose at the word 'friends'. "They're not my friends" I muttered, but Jasmine ignored me. "Guys, as you probably know, this is Ayla. Oh look! Here comes the other two" I look up as a guy and a girl walk over. They look a few years older than I am, perhaps twenty. The girl had long dark blonde hair and deep blue eyes that seemed to contain the entire ocean. The guy looked up and our eyes lock. My heart skips a beat and my palms feel clammy. Could he be...? He has rich chocolate hair like me and cryptic blue eyes that bore into mine, seemingly able extract every ounce of information from my heart. His eyebrows raise in hope and his pink lips part. A word, barely audible, tumbles out.
"A-Ayla?"
Heeeyyyyy
Oh yea! First chapter fiiinnnnnishedddd!!!!! Hope you enjoyed it! Also, please don't judge if some of my facts are wrong-I don't know how America works so I'm taking my best guess!
Random Question: Blue or Red?
I'm a blue definitely haha💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
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P.S: edited 20/08/20 - there could b mistakes from where I copied it from word. Plz excuse them :)
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