Practice Makes Perfect.

"Never!!!!!!!" I screamed.

"Stop being childish Alannah!" My dad shouted back. 

I know I was being childish but no way was my dad sending me to High School, He couldn't! How did he move on so fast? How could he leave our house back in the UK? I wasn't ready to move all the way to America never mind start a new High School!

"You cant make me go" I announced. Of course he cant make me go, its my life. I'm 15 I should be able to do what I want but he thinks I'm to young to make decisions! I'm perfectly fine making my own decisions, if it was MY decision I would of stayed in the UK not run away and be a coward like my oh so 'perfect' dad!!

"I CAN make you go actually Aly" My dad stated. "Now get up those stairs NOW"

I glared at my dad for several minutes before giving up. "FINE!" I said." Ill go okay? Ill go". 

Pissed off was not the words to use for how I felt right now, I dragged my feet up the stairs slamming each step with my foot as I went. Once I got to the top of the Staircase I shuffled along the hallway to my bedroom. I opened the door then slammed it shut as hard as I could. Tears rolled down my face as a slumped against the door and slid down onto the floor. I held my head in my hands and let the salty tears roll down my cheeks. How could he do this? I hated him, I really hated my dad! I stood up and wiped away the last stray tears and walked over to my closet. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans, a shirt and hoodie out of it then walked to the bathroom. Everyone complained about my 'fashion' sense but to be honest I didn't care what I looked like, especially at school.

I chucked my clothes on the floor then stripped my shorts and t-shirt off and hopped into the shower, I let the scorching, hot water trickle down my body making my skin go red of the heat, I closed my eyes and thought about what my first day of High School would be like, Would I be bullied like my last school? Would I be the popular kid ? Would people even notice me? Would they realise I was new?

"ALANNAH TEDDIE SMITH" My dad screamed from downstairs breaking me away from my thoughts. I wish he wouldn't say my middle name, it was horrible and one of the many reasons why I got bullied...

"I'm Coming!!" I told him whilst jumping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my bare body.

"Well hurry up, you'll be late" He announced. Good, I hope Ill be late. No wait, I don't want to be late that means people will notice me. I glanced at the clock on the wall 8:30, SHIT. I had half an hour to get ready AND get there on time. I dried my naked body as fast as I could then got dressed as fast as I could. Running back to my bedroom I grabbed my make-up bag and applied eye shadow and eye liner to my top lid then applied a little amount of mascara to my dark brown lashes. Smiling at my art work I gripped hold of the hair brush then brushed through my knotted, dark brown curls...

"ready" I sung to my dad whilst running down the stairs with my back pack slung over my shoulder. I grabbed my front door keys then hugged my dad.

"Cya later" He said pecking me on the cheek.

"eww gross" I said wiping the place were my dad kissed with the back of my hand. He rolled his eyes at me, like he did every time we did this.

"Have a good day my little Teddie" He said smirking. I glared at him the stuck my middle finger at him before running out the front door. That will give him a shock, he hated it when people swore at him.

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-8:58-

Phew. I just got to the school on time, I had already picked up my schedule for the year and was very excited to see they put me down for art twice a week! I was walking down the English corridor looking for my registration room -14B-

"there it is" I mumbled to myself walking towards a red door. I peered through the window and saw kids sitting on tables chatting. I lifted up my arm and knocked on the door with my knuckles.