Turquoise Guitar

Chapter One

Today, like any other started with waking up from my alarm, having breakfast, getting dressed and heading to school. This morning was an especially cold morning, but seeing as though it was the middle of autumn in Ireland, it was to be expected yet it always seemed to take me by surprise. Cycling to school didn't help the cold spreading all over my body but I was in such a rush to get to the warmth of my classroom, I didn't even have time to enjoy the sight of the frosty green hills around me. Luckily it's not such a long ride to school as I live in Sandy Mount, about 15 minutes by bike from Dublin, home to Dublin High. Once I got to school, I locked my bike and headed to home room. Today was the first day back at school since the summer break and all the classes were filled with a buzzing of students blabbering on about everything they did while on holiday. I found my seat next to my friend Lotte, who usually isn't much of a chatter box but today seamed like quite the opposite. Before my bum had even touched the chair, Lotte had already started filling me in on everything. "You won't believe what happened to me this summer!" "Hi Lotte," I could tell she wasn't going to rest until I let her speak, so I didn't bother making small talk." Sorry, hi Ava, something really exciting happened this summer." "Oooh, do tell," "alright, so...", before Lotte could say any more Mr Smith walked in the class. "Morning class!" Almost immediately the class went silent and all the students recited back in unison, "Morning Mr Smith!" Mr Smith is both my homeroom and English teacher, he has a son in year 10 like me, but luckily not in the same class. James Smith is quite the character, he's probably one of THE most stereotypical high school boys you'll ever meet. He's really popular, all the girls want him (except me of course) , he plays guitar and is in a band that everyone loves and to no one's surprise, doesn't even know I exist. James is definitely one of those f boy, full of them selves type and doesn't care who knows it. I'm not sure how James became the way he is cause Mr and Mrs Smith are probably some of the most kind and principled people I've ever met. 

All my morning subjects were pretty boring today, it was just teachers introducing the new topics and what is to come throughout the year so I couldn't wait to go to lunch and listen to what Lotte had to tell me about her summer holiday. As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed my stuff and shoved in to my bag while simultaneously sprinting down the hall to the cafeteria. I was so focused on making my way to Lotte that my surroundings started to blur and I crashed head on, into the man himself. The books that were once neatly packed in my bag where now spread all over the floor in front of me, along  with the hot crumple of James Smith. With embarrassment coursing trough my veins, my heart began racing and my cheeks flaring to the the shade of a very ripe tomato, I looked up to see who the poor person I had bumped into was. I looked up but I still didn't see a face, oh no, I looked further up and finally saw the face of a very handsome but flustered James Smith. I quickly said sorry and started picking up all my books. To my surprise James actually helped me, I guess he felt bad for me which wasn't the greatest feeling, but as least he was nice. He handed me my books and said "next time you better watch where you're going," and walked away laughing. SO EMBARRASSING!

I finally made it to the cafeteria having finally calmed down my face and didn't want to waste time any on getting food so I went straight to the table Lotte was at. Sitting eagerly, Lotte began her story; "So it all started the first week of the holiday, I was with my two older cousins and they convinced me to me to make an account on this website called HeyThere. Basically everyone has a personal username to stay anonymous and you can talk to random people all over the world. Usually the website gives you recommendations of people who have similar interests and hobbies as you."I could see the slow release of excitement and energy on her face as she spoke, making it clear how much she wanted  to share this with me . "wow, well what happened?"  "Wellll... I kinda maybe sorta, matched with someone who I started talking to and haven't stopped since." "Oh wow that's so cool, is it a girl or boy?" "it's a guy!" "Oh ok cool, just asking" I haven't ever been in a relationship or ever really been attracted to anyone before, but I could tell that Lotte was a  little too excited for this "new friend" of hers, so I wouldn't be surprised if she had a crush on him. Lotte's the kind of girl who can have 10 crushes in a week, so I never know if she's looking for a relationship or just crushing and having some fun. Lotte adds to her story and says, "he's so cool, and we have so much in common." As Lotte rambles on about how they both like the same music, bla, bla, my mind wonders off, making me imagine what it would be like if the same scenario happened to me. When I start to drift off deeper, Lotte notices and snaps me out of it . "Seriously Ava!" "Huh,... oh sorry." I say trying to remember what e were talking about. Luckily the bell rings and it's time for class again, saved by the bell I guess. I walk to class, this time making sure I zip my bag all the way  and look properly around me so I don't bump into someone again. Biology and English went by way too slow and now I'm ready to go to art. 

Art has been my special escape for a long time now.It's been there for me through all of my lows, as well as all my highs and I honestly don't know what I'd do without it sometimes. I've never been able to open up to people, not even Lotte who I've known for ever. Some people say it's sad that I'm like this, but to me, I think it makes it so much more special for the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, because then they are the only one who truly knows who I am. I don't know if I will ever find someone who I truly trust, but that's not my greatest concern at the moment.

As I walk into the art room my eyes scope the class, looking for people I know or possibly Lotte. After not having much luck finding people, I take a seat in the middle of the class. I don't like sitting in the front cause then I get too much attention from the teacher, but if I sit in the back I'll be distracted by all the people who don't really take art seriously. 

Mr Evans (the art teacher) walked in and the class settled down, just as he was began to speak there was a load CRASH! The door slammed open and in walked James. People say you can't truly hate someone, but I HAAAAAAATE James!