*FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL*
NORMAL POV
"Maya," someone says shaking me. "Klahghadkjfnaskd," I mumble into my pillow. "Maya," it says louder. "Lkajdfiaejhtn," I mumble again. "I didn't want to have to do this, but," the voice says. Then I hear Niall start playing the guitar and Dad, Liam, Harry, Zayn, and Niall sing. "It's time to get up in the morning. We got some yummy breakfast for you!!!! We worked real hard to make it, so you better get up and eat it!! Don't be selfish Maya!!!" they sing. Oh crap. Wait for it, wait for it, wait for-"CUZ IT'S TIME TO GET UP!!!! IT'S TIME TO GET UP!!! IT'S TIME TO GET UP!!!" There we go. "Se siete ancora tutti nella mia stanza per il momento mi alzo, si sta andando a rimpiangere mai ottenere outta letto questa mattina! LASCIARE!" (Translation: If you are all still in my room by the time I get up, you are going to regret ever getting outta bed this morning!! LEAVE!!) "Something tells me we should leave," Zayn says. "Sì, sì, si dovrebbe lasciare. Prima lentamente ammazzo tutti nel sonno," I say sitting up. (Translation: Yes, yes you should leave. Before I slowly murder you all in your sleep.) "I'm scared to know the answer, but what did you say?" Harry asks me. "I said if you are still in my room by the time I get up, you are going to regret ever getting outta bed this morning. Leave. And then I said, yes, yes you should leave. Before I slowly murder you all in your sleep," I tell them. "Um, well, we're going, to, um, leave now, yeah," Niall stutters. "LADS!! EVACUATE!!" Dad yells. "Buona idea," I say standing up. They all scurry out of the room and I walk to my closet. I throw on some clothes, put my hair in a bun, grab some bracelets, slip my phone into a shamrock case, and grab my backpack and Supras. (Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=83295980) I walk downstairs and steal 5 pancakes off of Niall's plate. "HEY!!!" he yells. "Deal with it," I smirk and set my stolen pancakes on a plate. "Who's bringing me to school?" I ask. "Um, Louis I think," Harry says walking downstairs. Nude. "AHH!!! MY EYES!!! I'M BLIND!!!!" I shriek covering my eyes. I hear laughter then footsteps up the stairs. "I HATE YOU UNCLE HAZ!!" I scream. "LOVE YOU TOO!!!" he screams back. "I think I lost my appetite," I say looking at my pancakes. Then I smother the pancakes in syrup and whipped cream. "It's back." "What's with the screaming?" Dad asks walking downstairs. "Ask the one who feels the need to walk around with no clothes," I tell him gesturing to Harry who just walked through the door. "Ahh, I see," Dad smirks then starts laughing. "This isn't funny!" I whine. "What's not funny?" Mom asks walking downstairs. "Dad thinks Harry stripping in front of me is funny," I whine to Mom. "Lou," she says in a warning tone. "Um, I love you?" he says unsure. "Love you too. Now Maya's going to be late to school if you don't leave now!" she says and shoos Dad and I out the door. "What car?" he asks me. You see, all the lads have keys to each others cars on key chains, so they could take whatever car they want. "Yours," I say in a duh tone. Dad's car was an awesome Porche. "I know, I have a cool car," he says getting into the drivers seat. "I've lived here for, like, 3 months and I'm still not used to the drive on the left side of the road thing," I say shaking my head and getting in the passenger seat.
*AT SCHOOL*
"Bye Sweetheart," Dad says as I step out of the car. "Bye Dad," I say closing the door. I walk over and see Z, X, and Nick standing in a group. "Hey guys," I say coming up. I look at Z and she nods her head. "So you guys know what's happening today, right?" I say with a smirk. "Yes, yes we do. Now we have to go in," Nick says ushering us all into the building. "C'mon, I'll show you where the office is so you can get your schedule," Z says. We wave to the boys and walk into the office. "Hi, I'm Maya Tomlinson," I tell the secretary. "I'm new here. Do you have my schedule?" "Ah, yes. Here's your schedule and student ID. You'll need the ID to get into the dances and certain extra-curricular activities," she tells me and hands me a sheet of paper and an ID card. I thank her and walk out with Z. "Who do you have for homeroom?" she asks me. "Um, Ms. Agora," I tell her. "YES!! We're in the same homeroom! Ms. A is the best. You can do whatever you want pretty much and she dosen't care!!" she says and fist pumps. "Let me see your schedule." I hand her the paper and she skims over all the classes. "Ok, you have Science and Math with me. Nick and X are in your Lit and Social Studies class. We're all in Spanish, Music, and Art together and you have writing lab with Luke," she tells me with a grimace. "S'kay. I'm over him," I tell her. "And after this announcement, he'll be public enemy number 1," Z says with a evil smile. "C'mon, we gotta get to homeroom," she says as an afterthought. "Lead the way," I say. She leads me to Ms. A's room and we walk in. "Hey Ms. A," Z says walking up to the teacher's desk. "This is Maya. She's the new student." "Hello Maya. Welcome to homeroom 209," she says. "You girls can find your desks and move them where ever you want. Have a good school year," she says. "Like I said, awesome," Z says as she pushes her desk next to mine in the back corner of the room. "What should I pack?" I ask her. "Um, pack your first 2 classes. After your second class, you can come back here and pack for your next two," she explains. I throw my Social Studies and Math notebooks in my backpack, as well as my calculator, protractor, scissors, and pens. The bell rings and we all sit down. "Hello and welcome back!!" the principals voice booms over the loudspeaker. "I'm your principal, Mr. DeMento and here are your announcements! Today after school the Creative Writing Club is having their first meeting in room 217 from 3 to 4:30. Sign up sheets for the swim, basketball, soccer, volleyball, and track teams are going to be in the gym during lunch and lunch recess for those of you who want to sign up. Forensics and theatre sign up sheets are going to be in the auditorium during study hall today," Mr. DeMento says. "Oh, and a special announcement for all you ladies out there." I smile at this. Last week Z had sent out an email to all the girls in the school telling them a secret code. Mr. DeMento is going to be saying some important announcements in code. "Kyley is a potatoe who everyone should stay away from. Kyley swam and ran rosebush," Mr. DeMento says. (Translation: Luke Styles is a jerk who everyone should stay away from. Luke lied and cheated on Maya in her own house.) All the girls in class gasp and all the boys look confused. "That's it for today!! Welcome back everyone!!!" "C'mon, we have to go to class," Z says dragging me out into the hallway. "Hey, X, show Maya where Social Studies is," she says walking away. "So how's your day been?" he asks as we're walking to class. "Pretty good," I tell him shrugging. He slings his arm over my shoulder and leads me into a classroom. "Hey Mr. Q," he says. "Hello X," the teacher says waving. "This is the new student, Maya," he tells Mr. Q. "Hey," I say. "You can take a seat anywhere. Class is going to be starting soon," he says gesturing to the few empty seats. X leads me to where Nick and two other guys are in an animated discussion over what is the better building material in Minecraft. "But wood blends in so you don't get seen in Multiplayer," one of the guys says. "But wood burns," the other one says. "Cobble dosen't." "I'm with him" I say pointing to the guy that said cobblestone. "Learned from experience. Accidentally burned down my 4 story mansion, killing myself in the process. I had to rebuild the whole thing and I lost all of my supplies I had stored in my chests." "You play Minecraft?" one of the guys says in amazement. "First of all, sexist much? And secondly, yes, yes I do. You might have heard of me. H8tersgonnah8te?" I say with a smirk. "Wait, you're H8tersgonnah8te?" Nick says in astonishment. "The same H8tersgonnah8te that I've been playing Minecraft with for the past 3 years?" "Yea," I say. "I figured out you were Nick_Halley when I met you, but I decided to keep my identity a secret. It's more fun," I smirk. "Not cool Maya, not cool," he says shaking his head. "Anyway, this is Jacob Grad," X says pointing to the guy who picked cobblestone. He has auburn colored curls and stone grey eyes. "And this is Wes Baver," he says pointing to the guy who picked wood. He has blond hair and hazel eyes. "And I'm Maya Tomlinson," I say waving. "Class, take your seats," Mr. Q says. "I'll call you all up to get your books, so listen up." He goes through the list and it gets to T. "Maya Tomlinson," Mr. Q says holding out a book. I get up from my seat, walk to the front of class, grab my book, and walk back. I ignore the whispers about me and focus on looking at what's in the book. The front cover has "World History" printed on it in big letters and the pages are littered in graffiti. As I flipping through the book, I realize that I learned the first 3 chapters last year at my old school. "Alright. Everyone open your books to chapter 1," Mr. Q says. "The ancient civilization of Mesopotamia." This is going to be a long year.
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