Just Great.

First day...Again

Great. The 3rd first day of school I've had, this year.

Ok so maybe not by choice but in a way, it's a good thing. A fresh start, new friends and a chance to redeem myself.

Funny joke.

I fought the urge to stay in my bed, which seemed to be getting more comfortable by the second.

My uniform sat, folded on the dresser and I went to put it on as I heard a faint shout from downstairs "Emma you're late !".
Shit.

"How many times do I have to tell you to unroll that skirt?"
I think my mum has developed eyes in the back of her head. "Fine"

As we drove up to the school gates, I remembered the same feeling I had last time, and the time before that.

Dread.

I think saying I hate school is actually an understatement.

All of the teachers constantly droning on about Shakespeare, quadratics and who even knows what else. Who cares?

I could feel the judging eyes falling on me as I walked towards the looming building, casting a shadow upon myself and the swarm of kids around me.

Why would they be looking at me anyways? I'm hardly anything special, well I suppose my platinum blonde hair, bleached and dyed does contrast the mouse brown ponytails owned by the girls who seemed to be glaring at me. Do I look like I care.

As I expected, the lanky teenage boys had stopped in their tracks and practically had their jaws on the concrete as I brushed past them. Like I would go for a school boy.

My last boyfriend Liam was in college, he was even in a band. You could say we had some fun if you know what I mean.

Anyway, that doesn't matter since he had the audacity to cheat on me, what's worse with a chick who probably did it for the money.

I walked into the school, looking identical to every other I had been in, with stark white walls, blinding ceiling lights which somehow managed to be as bright as the sun and flickering like a dying firefly at the same time.

This one looked particularly like something out of a psych ward.

Great.

I wandered to my first lesson and sat down as far back as possible.

I heard the few people in the room whispering and quickly glancing at me, as someone sat down next to me.

"Hey I'm Seb what's your name?"

"Emma."

"No need to be so cheerful"

"Haha, funny." I looked up to see a tall, brown haired guy with bright blue eyes and a jawline that could cut metal smiling down at me.

This school might not be as I bad as I thought.

An hour felt like a decade as Mrs. Smith went on about volcanoes and earthquakes.

The only thing keeping me from wanting to be in one was the cute boy sitting next to me.

Thanks for reading part one I hope you liked! Any thing I could do to improve next chapter and what do you want to see happen next!