as i walk into my house i drop my bag on the floor, today was exhausting. my phone beeps so i lokk at it, noticing i've recived a text message from my bestfriend miranda.
manda 😘:
"did you hear that some new kid is joining our class tmo?"
you:
"no.. who told you?"
manda 😘:
"tristan..."
i sigh and throw my phone onto my bed. tristan is her on-and-off boyfriend who's dad is a teacher at our school. i decide to start with my english homework.
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my alarm wakes me up, telling me it's already 6.30am. 30 minutes later i'm ready leave.the walk to my school only takes 27 minutes and we start 7.50am. i walk to my locker leaving my bag and grabbing my books. we have history first which is boring as fuck..
"goodmorning class, we have a new student here today! michael, would you like to tell us about yourself?" our teacher, Ms. Smiths, says.
"no, not really." the boy, michael, says.
"okay then. uhm.. i think there's a seat next to melanie."
i see melanie raise one hand to show him where his seat is. while he makes his way to the middle of the classroom i take the time to check him out. his hair is black with a blue fringe. he's wearing skinnyjeans and a plaidshirt with rolled up sleeves and a fuckload of bracelets on his left arm. he sits down and class continues.
YOU ARE READING
dressed up as myself
Fanfictionpairing: michael clifford+reader rating: there's gonna be a fuckload of bad words and later on smut will appear. don't read if that makes you feel uncomfortable! small letters is on purpose remember that its fanfiction and not based on a true story
