Grandmia's Perfect Russian Princess

Chapter 3: Bad Luck Day

Hannah/Annae

"Hannah? Hannah, Hannah, HANNAH!"

My head snaps up and I glare at Charley, little brown haired witch. "What?"

"You were spacing out," she stated, a spark of amusement in her green eyes. The little minx, pure evil that child. Well, not really, Charley is actually one of the nicest people I've ever met. Along with Ridha of course, she was the one with black hair and on non-uniform days she had all this stylish clothing on. Ridha was the stylish one, Eva the popular, Kelsey the skinny one, Charley the short one, Kenna the nerd and me the bookworm. There is also Belle in our group, but she doesn't normally talk that much on the bus. Georgia came to the group at the start of year 9, she was the six former of the group, the one we teased about being 16. She was Bill Sikes in our school production of Oliver! She was really scary. "You're doing it again!" Charley shouted.

"Huh, sorry."

"Your head is either always in a book or in the clouds," she said.

I roll my eyes at her and lean my chin on my hand, looking out the window. The bus reaches the Spotted Cow/Morrison's and Kenna and Belle get on the bus. Georgia who always sits next to me, grabs the second earphone on my IPod just as the song switches to Numb by Linkin Park. She loves to head bang to that song. Weirdo.

I look at Kelsey and stick my tongue out at her, whilst giving my iPod to Georgia she always pulls the flipping earphone out my ear, while she dances to the song-whilst sitting down-aaahhhhhh! Kelsey screws her face up and turns to Charley, seemingly forgetting I exist for a few moments. I shake my head and look down at my math homework, damn grammar school and their stupid homework timetables.

"Han, did you do question 8b?" Belle asks.

I shake my head and groan. "No one can do it, you need a calculator and it's a non-calculator assessment." I give up and shove the homework in my bag, I look up and my eyes catch onto the boy I have had a crush on for like 2 months. Jason Smith. I have always managed to crush on the guys that are popular-sort of-but not the best looking there ever was. There has been Damon Moulin, crushed on him in year 7 and stopped at the start of year 9 when I realised he would never like me. Sad life of a rich kid who is Russian/German/English.

I mean why couldn't I be like Eva, with Kelsey's hair, Kenna's brain and Charley's kindness. Yeah I'm nice, but I don't have as many friends as I should have, I'm classed as 'one of the guys' at least that's what my brother say. Having to grow up with him really sucks, I had to learn to defend myself and hide all my valuable stuff so he doesn't steal them.

I can't even be classed as a real girl anymore, I hate pink, never wear makeup and don't were any colour except black and the clothes have to be baggy. Mum and Grandmia want me to be just like Eva, because she's all girly and stuff, at least she has boys who like her-even if they are my brother. Samuel, when Eva and I first became friends she came round my house and he wouldn't stop drooling. It was nauseating.

"Hannah!"

I shoot up in my seat and whack my head on the window of the bus, ouch! Charley, Kelsey and Georgia start laughing their asses off. Beesh's. What? I'm not allowed to swear so I make up my words. "Madre di dio," I swear under my breath, I read that in a book once and have never stopped saying it when something bad happens. It's basically Mother of God in Italian! "Damn you, Charley!" I shout, while clutching my aching head with my right hand.

"We're at school," she replies curtly and steps off the bus.

I quickly grab my bag and run off the bus, tripping down the little step as I go. This is going to be a bad day.

"Hannah, where is your homework?" Mrs. Valéry asks. My Spanish teacher is nice, but if you don't have your homework you basically forfeit your life. Or have a lecture on how it's not proper for a grammar school girl not to have her homework and that you can think it over in detention.

"Here," I pass her my homework and she reads over it.

She raises her eyebrows and squints at me. "I'm no fool, this is in English not Spanish."

She passes it back and I see it's my brothers biology homework-Sam my younger brother must have switched them-damn it! "I'm sorry."

"Detention." She states and walks to the next victim.

I put my head on the desk and moan into my textbook, Madre di Dio. This day just gets worse with each bloody hour. Its only 4rd period, English is the last lesson of the day. Maybe some Shakespeare will help me relax and become calm again.

I run out of Spanish as soon as everyone else leaves the room and hurry to form, horrible day. I stop outside of M29 and look in, Belle is standing by my desk. Oh great. I walk in and hurry to drop my back on the table, I take out my math and Spanish books and exchange them for English and The Merchant of Venice.

I hurriedly put them in my back and creep past Belle to the door, but because fate hates me today I get caught.

"Having lunch, Hannah?" Belle asks from in front of me, her height towering over my tiny structure-curse God for giving me small bones, sorry God I love you really-she grins down at me. Since when did she get faster than me? Being small has advantages, like creeping past me and getting into small spaces.

"No," I raise my chin and lean my head back, really hard to see her.

"You having lunch."

"But I'm not hungry."

"I'll tell your mum."

I groan and glare at her. "Don't, she'll tell Grandmia and I'll be in big fat trouble. Please I only want to go to the library!"

She rolls her eyes and walks out the room with Tia and Erin behind her, as much as I love Belle, I don't like having lunch. Unless of course its Oreo's or chips with icing, don't groan, it's delicious. I start walking towards the library and almost trip on the stairs, almost. Score one to me!

I walk up the stairs of Orchard and bump into a year 7, she looks down at me. Yes down at me and smiles. I give her a half smile and start to walk up the stairs again, she follows me and stops in front of me.

"I think I know you, aren't you in my maths class 7ntv2?" She tosses her brown hair over her shoulder and grins.

I mentally slap her. "I'm in year 9."

"Oh, sorry. Thought you were year 7," then she shrugs and skips off to find her other tall year 7 buddies. God I want to hit that smirk off her face.

No need to make fun of my size, I may be small but I will bite you!

I walk from the bus stop to the alley and wave goodbye to Eva, walking down the pitch black alley is a nightmare. Nothing but dark shadows and creepy house shapes.

I reach the end of the alley and avoid the puddles, personally I love rain, but it makes my hair go frizzy well frizzier. I grin as I cross the road, only 10 more steps till I can go upstairs and put on pyjamas and read.

I walk faster and don't notice the lorry that goes past until...I get covered in muddy water. Water droplets fall from my eyelashes and onto my blue shirt, well not so blue anymore.

I run the rest of the way home, jump in the shower and wash all the dirt and mud of my face and out of my hair. Then I put on pyjamas, jump on my bed and scream into my pillow. Aaaaahhhhhhhhh.

I HATE MONDAYS!