Niall’s Point of view
The loud and obnoxious blaring of my alarm clock disturbed me from my slumber at the ungodly hours in the morning. I groaned as I rubbed my eyes, adjusting to the brightness of my room, I stretched, popping all of the joints throughout my body unattractively.
“NIIIIIIIIIAAAALLLLLLLL!!!” my roommate, Louis, squealed as he ran into the room, and swan jumped onto the bed, crushing me underneath him. Louis is my best friend, and he is exactly the same as me, covered in tattoos, a face full of piercings and is constantly blasting music from his room, however, sometimes, you could say that his personality did not match his appearance, as he acted like a 5 year old boy on caffeine.
“Hey Nini! It’s our first day of school!” He said, a bit too loudly for my liking as I was still rocking a banging hangover, from the amount of alcohol I consumed at the bar yesterday, and now, I am confirming that was a big mistake.
“Urgh shut up Lou” I grumbled, burying my head into my head, wishing that this was all a dream and that it was still the summer holidays. But sadly I knew that this wasn’t true.
After a bit more persuasion, I was up and sadly ready for school, in my new school uniform, which I personalised by adding a few things and loosening my tie. Grumpily trudging down the stairs to the kitchen where Louis was, making breakfast for the both of us.
Louis passed me a plate piled with bacon, eggs and toast, taking one for himself as he sat opposite me on the kitchen table and stuffed his mouth with as much food as he could
“Gross Lou, I didn’t need to see that” I exclaimed, still in such a bad mood from being woken up, too early for my liking, as Louis chewed the breakfast in his mouth sloppily.
“Oh ... sorry mate!” Louis replied, with the food still in his mouth, putting me off my food... I will have to go to the canteen to get something when I get to school.
“C’mon! We are going to be late!” Louis squealed as he chucked me my rucksack, which was filled with my pencil case and my lyric journal, which I would never leave at home, with the fear that someone would steal it from me, and read all of the songs that I had written.
I hauled it over my shoulder as we left the apartment that we shared locking the door, and taking the lift down, on our twenty minute walk to hell aka school.
