Magnets

Part 1

The day started with the alarm's torturous beeping. Quinten sat up in her bed, complete with panda like eyes, Medusa bed hair and put an end to the torture. She rubbed her eyes, and stared blearily around the room. Her eyes skimmed over her three bookcases, ''the chair'', her reading nook [decorated with pillows she didn't need on her bed], and landed on her alarm clock. It read, 4:30, which was way too early for her. She flopped back in her heaven she called a bed, and disappeared in her dreams.

The alarm clock rang again, and Quinten groaned in annoyance. Why, why do I even have to go to school. All they make me do is kill myself with the amount of studying done. Do I really need to do this?  In the end, she rolled over her bed, accidentally going a little bit too far and landing out of the bed with a thump. 

''Owww.....'' she complained, rubbing her head. She went over to the alarm clock, which read....7:30!!! ''Oh my god!!'' Quinten exclaimed. She stood up with alarm and quickly ran over to ''the chair'', and checked anything that was too smelly for her. 

''Nope, not this, ugh, why do I even have this! Ah! There's the one.'' she criticized. Holding her chosen outfit of the day, her Deathly Hallows t-shirt, and jeans, she hurried to the bathroom. ''Okay, I need to brush my teeth, comb my hair, forget bathing, I'm late!'' she said to herself. Five minutes later, she was done and ready to go. She just needed to find her school bag to go. 

She dug through the pile of smelly clothes, her bookcases, her sofa...until she found it on her bed table. ''There you are!'' she pointed and grabbed her bag, hurrying through the corridor. She slid down the stair banister and grabbed a packet of Cheetos to eat later on. Quinten stepped outside the house and grabbed her keychain, with tiny little charms and locked the empty house.

She hurried over to the driveway, and grabbed her blue bicycle and went. She pedaled as hard as she can, running out of breath. ''Should..not.. have..skipped..gym..'' she said through her labored breathing. As soon as she was in school grounds, ahe locked her bike and went inside the school. She ran, as though she was about o be chased by a group of Titans and stopped in front of the history class. She quickly slowed down her breathing and opened the door. 

''Ah, Miss Blake. Late again, I see? You do know you'll have detention after school, right?'' Mr. Rotwaylar scolded, his rat-like mustache wiggling every time he spoke. ''Yes, Mr Rottweiler.'' Quinten replied, defeated. ''Roh-way-lar, Miss Blake. My name is not a dog, now go sit in your seat.'' Mr. Rotwaylar commanded. Sighing, Quinten went to sit in her usual seat at the front row, in the middle of her two best friends, Tilly Oswald and Aidan Sacramento. 

As soon as she sat down on her seat, Tilly turned to her. ''Why were you late?''she asked. Tilly was a sucker for rules. In all of her school career, she hadn't managed to break a single one, well, until she met them. ''Relax, Till. She was probably up late finishing a new book or something.'' Aidan said, face bored. Aidan, on the other hand, was more laid back than Tilly. He was usually the one who encouraged them to go on crazy adventures, and had broken most of the rules at Stone Grove High.

''I was just sleeping in, don't worry.''Quinten assured. ''So, what's up with the new hair colour, Chameleon?'' Quinten asked. Chameleon is the nickname for Aidan,since he always changed up his hair colour, hence the name. Today, his hair was a rainbow colour. ''Eh, I was going for, you know, freedom colours, you know?'' he explained. ''Well, I think it's--'' Tilly was cut off due to Mr Rottweiler's announcement.

''Class, I want you to meet Ryder Kane, our new transfer student from Dominic High.'' Mr. Rottweiler announced. There next to him stood a blond, devilish like boy, which many girls instantly started swooning about. But when Quinten focused, she gasped. It was the Book Stealer.

So, there it is. The first chapter of Magnets, hope you like it. Warning though, I will not update as frequently, only when I feel like it. Anyways, byeeeee.