Mr Styles, I've lost my homework

Chapter One

Chapter One 

“Miss Cleopatra Heavens, we’ve read your file.” The fat woman in front me of me said. She was my head of year, I didn’t know her name. 

“Look, please don’t judge me on the fire, it was an accident.” I tried to make her believe I was different from my file. I had no troubles at my old school. I mean, I was loud but I wasn’t the lunatic everyone made me out to be. Everything had changed. It wasn’t my fault that Brianna Burke had sprayed hairspray everywhere causing the fire to catch quickly. The only thing I feel sorry for, is me. I got blamed for all of it. Brianna got nothing. My science teacher (stupid cow) blamed me for it all, said I’d done it on purpose for attention. She doesn’t know me at all. Yes, I like attention, just good attention not fucking ‘lets set science on fire for attention’. The past keeps catching up. Last month was an accident. 

“No, we’re not. But you will be with your own counsellor this year.” 

“What does that mean?” I asked her quite shocked. 

“Your counsellor will be helping you out, every day you will have a one too one for one hour each day and if you have any troubles you go to him.” Eh? A  counsellor, fucking hell they really do think I’m mental. 

The rest of the meeting was okay. I got a timetable, and my head of year’s name is Mrs Cleans, she showed me around then took me to my counsellor’s office. I found his name is Mr Styles, he used to be in a band. Apparently, he works here now to help the kids. He donates money every month to different charities. Mr Styles, is gorgeous too. With his hair styled better, and his glasses fixed, he’d look like a sex god. His office is near my dorm room, so I have to go there every morning so he knows I haven’t attempted to kill myself. I am really not insane. I have seen him once, but he doesn’t know my name and he also has other students to deal with. To be honest, I was hoping is main priority would be me, but it isn’t. Every friday, we have ‘support groups’ which is literally a bunch of saddos getting together to talk about our hopes, dreams and feelings. My hope is to get out of here, my dream is to burn this school to the ground, and my feelings are angry and fucking annoyed.