The Brit and The Trashmouth [R.T]

Chapter Four

The next morning Violet was seen biking to school on her own. She had decided she would get there early to take a look around the school.

To get familiar with her surroundings before class started. She clipped her bike to the bike rack with her lock, before heading into the large double doors.

Her black converse squeaked when they had made contact with the titled white flooring. She took a look around at the almost empty hallways seeing that there were a few students here and there.

She looked around for the office, until she spotted a door that said 'Main Office' written in bold words.

She quickly paced towards the wooden door, and opened it before walking in. She was greeted by a short woman with thick blonde hair and sea green eyes.

Her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose as she typed at her computer. Her head popped up at the sound of the door slamming shut.

The woman gave the girl a smile before taking off her glasses and got up from behind her wooden desk.

"What can I help you with, dear." The lady asked politely.

"Umm... I'm new here and I need my school schedule and locker."She said quietly, rocking back and forth on her toes.

It was another bad habit that the british girl had obtained over the years of when she was shy or nervous about something.

"Of course."The desk lady replied before looking through her files."What's your name?"She asked.

"Violet Channing."She replied, crossing her arms, as she stared at the woman.

The lady grabbed a few sheets of paper before heading back towards the pretty brunette."Here you go."The woman said, as she put the sheets in the girl's small hands.

"Thank you..."She trailed off as she didn't know the lady's name. The lady must have noticed.

"Mrs. Polland."She answered for the girl.

"Thank you, Mrs. Polland."The girl repeated before turning around and leaving the office.

The door slammed shut behind the girl as she glanced down at the sheets of paper. She scanned her eyes over the classes that she had.

Math.

Science.

Lunch

Ela.

PE.

History.

She sighed at the order, but then jumped when she felt a pair of hands grab a hold of her shoulders.

She spun around quickly and looked at the person. She sighed in relief when she saw that it was just Richie, Stanley, Bill, and Eddie.

And it looked like Richie was the one who grabbed a hold of her shoulders a second ago.

"Jesus, guys. Are you trying to give me a heart attack."She said, placing a hand over her heart.

"I told him not to do it, but he's not the type of person to listen."Eddie replied as he shot a glare at Richie.

"Where's the fun in that, Ed's."Richie said, teasing the smaller boy.

"Don't call me that."Eddie exclaimed, then rolled his eyes at the idiotic boy.

"W-what's in y-your hand, V-Violet."Bill asked as he walked up next to her curiously.

"Just my schedule and locker number."She answered, glancing down at the paper, before looking back at Bill.