Charlie Jones
It was a normal school day for you... Everything was still a blur though... You slowly made your way to French (the worst thing EVER!)
"Bonjour class!!!" Ugh why the hell is she happy? "Today we are welcoming a new student." You sighed loudly.
"Shut up ____!" Someone snapped.
"F*** off!" You snapped back.
"LANGUAGE!!!" You rolled your eyes.
"By now you should have realised that my language is English..." She shot you a death glare.
"Detention!" You shrugged; a tall blonde boy walked into the room. "Class this is Charlie Jones... Make him feel at home here."
"Miss I'm sorry to interrupt but no one finds-"
"You want another detention miss ____?"
"Oui!" She just sent you another death glare.
"Charlie could you please go and sit down next to ___." She pointed at you.
"Sure..." He mumbled, throwing his bag on the floor next to yours.
"Miss ___ are you going to be more respectful or are you going to get another detention???" 'God her fake French accent is annoying' You thought.
"I can sass you all I like... Its called free will." You ignored her as she yelled at you. "Teachers these days..." You whispered to Charlie.
"Yeah..."
"____. Nice to meet you Charlie." He shook your hand.
"I have a feeling we are gonna be good friends..." You nodded.
"See ya in detention..." You whispered as your teacher approached you and Charlie.
"F***!" He cursed quietly as she got closer.
