Teacher:Harry Styles

ONE

"Hey, mom! Have you seen my purple bra!?"

"Yeah sweetheart it's down stairs in the drier!"

As go down stairs to go get my bra, I also found my school shirt. My black tie was hanging up to dry. I try to keep my tie clean because it'll get destroyed if I put it in the drier.

"Found ya!" I say as I receive my tie.

I go up stairs to take and shower. My brown light skin is feeling clean as I step in. When I get out, I put on some eye liner. My eye liner makes my blue eyes pop. I get dressed. I put on white long-sleeved shirt and my navy blue jacket. I tie my
tie and put on some navy blue stockings and my short school shirt that might as well show my ass. I put my black hair into curly pink tails.

"Mom, I'm leaving!" I say as I hear my mom yelling at her assistant on the phone.

"Sweetie, remember to find your room that you'll being staying in."

That right you heard her. I'm going to a fucking boarding school. It's called "Wischom Study's For Girls."

"Alright love you!"

"Love you too!" I say as I close the door.

My first day of my new school.
      
                     30 minutes later

As I walk in the school, this girl hands me a flyer that says "Party at Tiffani's"   I might go.

I see this girl with Red hair and she is grabbing her books from her locker.

"Ummm..... excuse me?" I say as she turns around and smiles at me.

"Hi." She says.

"Hi, you show me where the main office is?"

"Sure I was just going there to get my new key."

"I'm Tiffani." She puts out her hand to shake mine. "Ummm.... wait!" She shouts as she puts her books down.

"Piece o advice. Don't ever wear pink tales. Miss.Whischom will spank you if you wear those." She informs me as she puts my hair into a bun.

"SPANKINGS?!" I shout.

"Wow you have quite a voice box. And yes spankings!"

"What?!" I say confused.

We continue to walk into the main office. I see a lady behind a desk.

"Excuse me I'm new here." I say.

"Oh, Hi darling. Are you Nikia Sapton?"

"Yes."

If you are wondering how she knew who I was is because my mom is one of the richest women in England. And my dad is a huge surgeon.

"Well, tell your mom and father that I said hello. And your room is room 890. Here's your key, your schedule, locker combination, your book bag and your books."

"Thanks." I say.

"What room are you in?" Tiffani ask.

"890." I reply.

"We are roommates!!!"

I was glad I wasn't stuck with some weirdo.

The bell rings as I look at my schedule and it's breakfast. I ate breakfast outside where I see a boys court yard and see this beautiful boy with green eyes and lovely long hair playing soccer.

"Wow."