(A/N)
Sorry for the different language in the middle, maybe you understand it and maybe you speak that language better than me and you're insulted, but sorry.
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(First Day of Highschool)
Hannah's P.O.V
I sat alone on the bus, like I did everyday last year and all the years before. I've been dreading this day all Summer. The kids that were in my class last year are sitting around me, chatting in excitement at the year ahead. But I just sat quietly waiting for the bus to finally reach the Highschool.
I stepped off the bus and spotted my two good friends, Audrey and Kit.
"Hey you doing ok?" Kit asked me worried. Audrey and Kit both knew that I had a rough Summer.
"Yeah yeah I'm alright." I attempted to reassure her, but my shaky voice gave away my nervousness. Audrey gave me a hug.
"We'll be fine Hannah. Us against highschool right?" Kit and I both smiled at Audrey and her remark.
"Deal." I muttered and turned towards the large school. It was bigger than our Middle school, a lot more people too.
Kit, Audrey and I walked into the school and into the auditorium like they showed us on our Transition Day last year. The principal stood on the stage and started to speak.
"Welcome all grade nine students! This is how this will work: I will name a teacher and that teacher will stand up and start naming students that will be in their class for this semester. As you are called, go to the classroom number that your teacher holds up." He started to call out the names of teachers, and the teachers called out the names of students.
Finally my name was called. Room 105. I took a deep breath as I left my friends to find my homeroom class. '102, 103, 104... yes room 105, found it.'
I walked into the half filled classroom and found a desk in the back corner. A few eyes followed me, though I saw no familiar faces.
About 10 minutes pass and the class has around 18 students in it. 'I know nobody here!' My hands started to sweat. The teacher who had called out my name, came in and stood infront of the class.
"Bonjour toute le monde, je suis ton professor de Français!" She spoke while spitting on the front row.
'I guess this is my french class.' I thought with a groan. The teacher continued to talk to the class, handing out papers and telling us how her class works.
Just then, a tall blonde girl raises her hand, "Est-ce que je peau allé au le salle de bain?" She asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher nodded her head. A guy with a cute haircut made a short remark at the blonde girl that I didn't quite catch, but the girl laughed as she replied. "Shut up Roan haha!" I smiled as the girl laughed.
'What a beautiful laugh.' The girl left, still slightly giggling as I thought to myself. 'Wait what did I just think?' I never felt like that before. I started to feel sick to my stomach. With permission, I left the class to find the bathroom. I quickly walked down the now empty hall, looking for the door that said "Ladies". I finally found it, I reach for the handle but the door opens.
"Oh hey," it was the blonde girl. I felt butterflies.
"Hi." I said shyly.
'Why do I feel like this?'
"You're in my class right?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Cool, I'm Grace!" She said rather confident.
"I'm, uh, I'm Hannah." I stuttered embarrassingly.
"Cool, see you in class Hannah!" She said.
"Uh yeah, ok." I said quietly as she walked off to our class.
'She said my name so beautifully. And her name, just... wow.' I continued to think about her name and both our names together. 'Why do I feel like this? I'm straight.' I threw up with the thought of why I feel like this.
'But still... what a beautiful name.'
(A/N)
I hope you liked chapter One! I'm not sure if I will continue this fanfic or not, it's my first one and it's probably pretty bad. So let me know if you like it or if you think I should continue it.
This story is slightly based on my life, but I didn't want to give away my identity because this is a weird time in my life right now and I don't need my friends and family knowing about anything right now, so I figured why not make it into a Hartbig Fanfic? Just change some names and a little bit of the personality of the person who is Grace in my life to go along with the story... does that make sense? Idk but I hope you liked Chapter 1.
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Fanfiction(In most Hartbig stories, Hannah is the popular one or "cool" one, while Grace is usually quiet and fairly antisocial. But this story is different, it's the other way around. The P.O.V of Hannah is very loosely based on some of my life, but most of...
