The Only Exception (ON HOLD)

Some years later we would instead of sleepover s and girl things like that, we would occasionally sneak out to clubs and parties. We came back drunk most of the time. Somehow our teachers and stuff never found out, I think it’s a miracle.

 

I open the wooden door and enter a big hall, its two stairs on either side of the room and in the middle of the two stairs it’s a small secretary. Behind the desk, I glimpse a small lady with gray hair sitting behind a computer a little too close. I walk to the desk and stare at her awkwardly, she doesn’t acknowledge me at all. I clear my throat, not that it helps.

“Excuse me, I’m new here,” I stare at her in disbelief as she slowly nods. Jesus. I clear my throat loader this time. She just grunts and slams a file on the counter and continues writing things on her computer.

“Thank you,” I forced the word out, so I sound like those spoiled brats she’s probably used to. I open the file, it’s not very thick and the first paper contains all information about my room.

I live together with Kasey Turner. Wow, I only live with one person. In England I shared room with three other people, it was WIKID!!  Now I will be sharing room with, I look down at my paper again, Kasey.

I take the right stair up to the second floor, the floor is covered in white carpet and the hallway seems so clean. I look down at my paper again when I dump into a person. The file fly’s away from my hand, down to the floor.

“Hey watch where you goin’, this ain’t some mad house!” I see a pair of big foots in front of me. I take a deep breath and put on my famous smile, I am known for being always super happy.

“I am so sorry,” I pull out the ‘o in the so. I pick myself up and stare right into the most handsome face I’ve seen in a long time.

“I kinda didn’t watch where I was going,” I give him my finest smiles, he looks unimpressed. I sight and start fiddling with my necklaces, this isn’t going to go anywhere. The guy just stands there, watches me, like not doing anything.

“Okay, I’m sorry I bumped into you, but that doesn’t give you a reason to stare at me like I just eat your precious sweets!” I lost my smile in the bumped into part.

“I don’t eat “sweets” babe,” he still doesn’t smile and sounds like a grumpy guy with PMS. I shake my head and raise my eyebrows.

“Wow, you’re like, grumpier than my granddad. “ I walk past him and on my search for THA room.

 

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It took me over an hour to find the stupid room, it was hidden in the fourth floor.  Room number 4.5, it’s on the left of the house the third from the bottom. I stare down on my hands, my fingers are full of rings and I have a yellow nail polish on. I wear loads of bracelets and my hands are full of stamps that show that I was on night clubs all the time back in England. I was out the night before I took the plane to US, probably not a smart thing, but who could blame me. I was certainly not going to spend them together with my parents.

 

I open the door, I take a small step inside a pretty big room. Five girls are sitting in a sofa laughing until one of them notice me she nods her head in my direction.  Suddenly all five of them were staring at me.

 

“Who are you?!” A blond girl with a heavy southern accent said, her long slender body straightened and her eyes narrows at the sight of me.

“Hiya, I’m new here. This is supposed to be my new room. Witch one of you are Kasey?” I smiled my sweetest smile and start fiddling with my necklaces again. Bad habit I have.

“Oh, she is faking she has a British accent. That’s lame girl.” A black hair girl with a really pointy nose said.

 

“Ehm, I’m not faking. Sorry to disappoint you. I just moved here from Brentwood, darling.” I try not to sound like a total bit*ch, but I must admit it’s not easy.

 

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just that some new students here tried to impress us seniors with their fake British accents. It’s so lame you know, we now think everybody is like that. Sorry.” Her eyes are so sad, so I forgive her easy like that. I don’t like holding grudges.

 

“No problem darling, it can happen to anybody. Anyways I’m Amelia Martin. Recently moved here from Brentwood, it’s just outside London.” I dumped my bag at the floor and went over to the girls.

 

“Hey I’m Anna,” the blond haired girl who first talked with the tick southern accent said.

“Joyce here,” the first girl who noticed me said, she had dark red hair and piercing green eyes.

“Becky,” a brown haired girl with a cute smile said.

“Oh, I’m Candice,” she with the black hair smiled gently at me.

“Kasey its moia,” I must admit the girl was good looking, she almost had the look that Jessica Alba.

“It’s nice to meet you girls! What do you girls do for fun here?” I nod my head out the window. I hope they know about some decent clubs around here.

 

“Oh Amelia, I think we’re going to become great friends. Do you know how to have fun?” Candice smiles a really naughty smile. I’m not quite sure how to react to that.

 

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So people. I started a new story. I didn’t feel like broken arrow was going to become something big. So anyways, this is a new story.  The only exception, vote comment , pleaaaase!! Love you guys!

 

Sorry for bad language, and if any question don’t hesitate to ask!!

 

Q: Should I keep writing? Or should I blow it off?