Bad Reputation | Shawn Mendes Fanfiction

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Just to let you guys know the outfit for the chapters will be up here on the top^^ I'll let you know when she's wearing the outfit in the chapter. Hope you like this story.

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"Do I have to go?" I complain as my mom comes in and wakes me up. Yes my mom woke me up this morning for school. It's not like I asked her to. I actually hate when she does.

She always comes in making sure to speak extra loud, she claps her hands and throws open my curtains. She knows it annoys the crap out of me.

"Yes now hurry and get ready. I've gotta go soon." She says and walks out of my room.

We just moved from New York to Toronto Canada. It's just me and my mom, it has been for six years now. My dad left when I was six, we don't talk about him. I'm sixteen and in the eleventh grade. I have a summer birthday that's why.

I don't keep in touch with anyone from New York. I don't want to because when I left New York I also left behind a bad reputation that hopefully won't follow me here. I will never ever tell anyone about my old self. So don't expect a back story from me. (A/n: Don't worry, you'll get one later in the story.)

It's mid October and it's already pretty chilly here in Canada. Today is my second day at school. Yesterday I made one friend and she's super nice.

Her name is Hannah. She thin, has strawberry blonde hair, light freckles across her face and she loves to talk.

She showed me around the school and introduced me to some of her friends. I don't remember any of their names because I didn't really get to talk to them much.

A few people talked to me, but I'm really just trying to get the feel of things before I start making good friends.

I get up out of bed. Well I kind of dragged myself out of bed and into my bathroom.

 My mom is a surgeon so she's either always at work or always on her laptop.

We live in a huge house, I still don't know what when it's just the two of us. She likes having a big house and nice things. She tries to spoil me, but I rarely let her.

After I brush my teeth and do my normal morning routine, I go to pick out an outfit. I applaud you if you pick out your outfits ahead of time. You've really got it together, but sadly I don't. 

I grab a maroon sweater from my closet along with a black skirt and black pantyhose. The sweater is a little bit short, so I have a black tanktop underneath. (A/n: Outfit pictured at the top)

When I finish changing I straighten my hair and then put on some mascara. I then grab some light brown boot heels and slip them on. I'm not a very tall person, so with these shoes I look like I'm average height.

I grab my bag and go downstairs. I grab out my phone as I walk down the stairs to check the time.

"Crap it's Seven Fourty five!" I say to myself. I don't have time to eat so I grab a banana and my keys and head out to my car. I figured my mom has already left for work because her car isn't here anymore.

I jump in my car and drive off to school I eat my banana on the way there. When I arrive at the school I find a parking spot and grab my things. I still have to get my books from my locker and get upstairs to class.

I throw my banana peel in the trash as I run into the school. I start running towards my locker to grab my books. When I get there I quickly put in my combination and grab my history books.

I slam my locker shut and I look at the clock on the wall and see I still have time to get to class. If I run I won't be late. 

I start running down the hall when I trip and before I could fall on the ground someone catches me. My books fall on the ground and now I'm looking into the face of a dark haired boy.