A Piece of Me.

Hey peeps, I'm Vanessa. And I trie writing loads of stories before this but never seem to be able to finish it. I even published one into Wattpad but I didn't continue as there are too little readers and not enough inspiration.

So I figures I shall put a little piece of my life into this new story of mine.

Enjoy it! Mushroom pies and toilet paper . (;

-Vany- x

Ringgggg!

Oh damn, oh damn damn damn! I'm late to class on my first day of school?! Great.

"Miss Waterson, what do you think you are doing outside of class at this hour of the day?"

Fabulous! It's Mr. Hector, our school's famous vice principal. Rumour has it, he hangs his students upside down every detention and whacks them with a cactus. I must say, he could be counted on to do such a thing. Especially now, when he's twirling his mustache around his finger and looking like a big, angry, puple beetroot. A smart student would probably run helter skelter down the hallway into her next class. But am I a smart student? No.

"Oh Mr. Hecks! Hey dude, I'm just catching frogs in the hallway ya know?"

"I am not a dude, and what do you mean by frogs? There are no frogs in the hallway!" 

"Yes there are, in fact. LOOK OUT BEHIND YA!"

"Where?!"

And I ran. I didn't stop til I reached my homeroom and clutched my waist which seem close to breaking down from the exertion.  I opened the door and found Mrs. Connors staring at me in surprise. I glared at her. This isn't a good time to mess with my patience.

I walked into the classroom and sat down at a spot next to the window. No one was beside me. It seems everyone has found their own respective partners, which I don't need. Putting down my bag at the seat beside, I looked at Mrs. Connors. She was my Math teacher last year and was so afraid of me that she almost resigned. Not surprising, she's scared of everybody. A big meane like me would just totally kick her out of her comfort  zone, wouldn't it?

The classroom was buzzing from chats of boys and girls about their holidays. How muc they've spent, what new dresses, cars and monster trucks they've bought. And Little Nerd Aloysious is trying to get everyone to listen about his granpa's sheep farm. Seriously? I ain't listening to that! SoI took out my Ipod and plugged it in. Man, I love Adele! I mean, you probably don't understand how a bitchy girl like me likes Adele. Well, she sings love well. It isn't always about unicorns and rainbows. That's for hopeless romatics.

~But I set fire, to the rain.~

'BANG!

I looked up to see a guy entering the room. He looks like a regular guy that's nerdy, and behind him. A dark figure clad in a leather jacket and motorcycle gloves. He has brown hair with natural highlights, lips that is holding a crooked half smile, dimples so deep and eyes. A pair of green eyes that penetrates the core of every human in this class. 

Except me. Damn, he's back.