I had a terrible night. I was not able to sleep last night frightened that the men were to come in and try to harm me or my father again. Somehow I managed to get up from my fathers bed and head over to my room. He is still asleep. I don't blame him, I think he also stayed up all night.
I rush up to my room and gather my things to take a shower. I decide to take a shower in my father's bathroom just in case. I step out the shower into the steam. I get dressed quickly, wanting to leave this house but at the same time not without my father. I have second thoughts about going to school. But after dwelling with myself for quite some time, I decide to go to school. After all it is Wednesday, half way through the week.
I don't bother to wake up my dad, he needs all the rest he can get. I head over to the driveaway where a chofer and to bodyguards stand besides the car that will be taking me to school. I junp in and the ride starts. Morning rides to school are always so cold and quiet. But I put on my earbuds and appreciate its my only time where I am alone before I head to the horrific place called school. For some reason everything today seems much more dull than usual. The sky is clear but the sun does not shine. The trees remain still with no wind blowing through their leaves. But overall it is not as bad as it looked yesterday.
I arrive to school eager to see my friends. I grab the cold handles of the doors from the school's main entrance. Leading to the cafeteria, I spot my friends from a distance. As I walk over to where they are at the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a new guy. But I pay no attention and continue walking to my friends. I sit besides Railey. I removet my earbuds taking part of the converstaion. They seem to be talking about the new guy I spotted a while ago. They say he comes from Doncaster, UK. I wasn't really in the mood of speaking about guys so I doze off and stare at the walls. All these thoughts spinning round and round in my head from the events that occured last night. Off the distance a hair a buzzing. It's the stupid school. Off to 1st period.
I arrive to class and take my designated seat. The morning announcemnets come on and just as they do, the classroom door opens slowly. I saw a head peek in. It's the boy from the morning. He light brown hair and fizzy hair. He is a bit tall and thin.
Right before I get lost in his eyes Mr Goldburg speaks.
"Class this is Mr. Louis Tomlinson he is new to this campus so please make him feel at home. Take a seat Mr.Tomlinson."
The new kid walks toward my direction. Heading to the empty seat behind me. He has a bad boy walk and kind of dresses like it too.
As I take out my phone to distract myself from such boredom I feel a tap on shoulder. "Hey can I borrow a pencil", Louis asks me. I simply smile and hand him my pencil. I jamm out to 5SOS for the rest of the class and doddle in my journal. I can fell Louis breathing at my neck. I turn and catch him leaning over my shoulder trying to see what I am writting.
"Excuse me do you have a problem", I tell him. "No, I just wasn't able to catch the last part of the notes and was trying to see if you had them". "Oh sorry I don't do my work", I reply. He smiles and sits back on his seat. The bell rings and I get up my seat ready for Chemistry class. "Stacey right?". I turn around Louis smiling at me. I reply, "yeah".
"Louis Tomlinson, so my next class is Chemistry but I'm not really sure where it is". I take a look at his schedule and just my luck its is exaclty as mine. "I'll walk you over, I believe we have the same schedule," I say. hHe walks besides me off to Chemistry class. As we walk through the hall I feel the stares shooting straight at us. I remain quite. "Well, here we are," I say as we enter Chemistry class. I go and take my seat as he heads over to the teacher. Halfway through the class I wonder what happened to Louis. I turn to the back off the class where our eyes meet. I blush and quickly look away. I hope he doesn't think I'm into him, curiosity was just killing me. I try to stay focused for the rest of the class. Suprisingly the rest of the class time goes by pretty fast and before I knew it, it was lunch time.
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Stockholme Syndrome
RandomStockholme Syndrome is about a girl (Stacy) who thought she had it all. Her father (Mayor of the city) granted her every wish. Being a stuck up and vexatious teen had its consequences. Like any other person she had her enemies but a little too many...