Iwoke up at 6am. I groaned. I have an hour until school starts.... And I can get ready for school in about 10 minutes. It would be less but my showers take a while. I went downstairs to see my parents arguing.
"THAT'S IT! I'VE HAD IT! WE'RE GETTING A DIVORCE!" Mom screamed.
"YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT MARY!” Dad roared. I loudly cleared my voice, saying that I was in the room. Mom and Dad turned to face me. Dad's face still red with rage and Mom wore a blank expression.
"Morning," I greeted.
"Morning Sweetheart. Want some pancakes?" Mom asked.
"Sure," I said as I sat down at the table.
"With bacon or eggs?" Mom asked.
"Little bit of both please and thank you," I said Mom nodded. I honestly don't why mom still cooks since we have personal chefs. Her cooking was okay which is why she didn't cook that often. Once she handed me my plate back, I dug in. I'm guessing the chiefs cooked the pancakes, eggs and bacon since nothing was burnt. When I was finished I put my plate in the sink then took a 15 minute shower then got dressed and etc. Once I was done, I drove to school. I searched for the office with no luck. I asked people for directions but most people laughed at my accent.
Bloody Americans. I thought darkly, sounding a lot like my dad.
When the bell rung everyone raced toward their classes. I sighed and walked down the hall, hoping to see a door that said "Office" or something. I walked around for about 5 minutes until a janitor saw me. He was nice enough to show me where the office is. I got my schedule and went to my first class. On my way there, I bumped into this girl with wavy black hair, dark blue eyes and side bangs that covered her left eye.
"Sorry," I mumbled. She her lips curved into a smile which brightened up her face.
"It's OK British dude!" She said. I chuckled at my new nickname. "Well, I'm gunna get going to the principal's office."
"Principal’s office? What did you do?" I asked.
"Burped in class that thing was HUGE," She said. I laughed. She was so cute! What am I saying? I just met her! I'm acting like a lovesick puppy.
"Well, I'll see you later..," I said.
"Bye British dude!" She said as she waved.
"Call me Seth," I said.
"Naaaahhh! I like British dude better," She said. I laughed and made my way to math class.
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A Kiss With A Fist (Editing)
Teen FictionSeth isn't your normal rich kid. He's shy, at times and he's really sweet. His parents on the other hand think he's a disgrace to the family. But his life turns upside down when he falls in love with the bad girl.
