chapter 2

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I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. Wrapping the towel around my platinum blond hair i put my clothes on and walked sluggishly out of the bathroom. A sudden burst of energy hit me and my pace quickened realising that today was Friday and I had plans for the whole weekend. it was definitely not going to be a boring end to this week. I grabbed my school bag, my wallet, and a piece of toast and headed out the door. I met Angie four blocks down. 

"why aren't you wearing the top i bought you for your birthday?" she asked me sounding slightly annoyed. 

"its only school, and besides, i wore it last week." I replied. I smiled my sweetest most innocent smile and the look on her face showed that she had given in. Angie and I had been friends since year seven when she moved to Glenston. It was her first day at school and she was eating alone. No one should eat alone no their first day at a new school. I went over to her and said "Hi."  We'd been friends ever since. About a year after we became friends i found out that her step father was hitting her. I finally got her to call the police and he got a minimum of 5 years in prison because he had been to jail for this sort thing twice before. 

We talked about pointless things on the way to school and got there with five minutes before the first bell rang. We walked into class slowly, both dreading having maths first. Maths is my worst subject. I never understand any of what our teacher, Mr Stuart, is talking about. To me he might as well be saying: 'If 1 plus 8 is 4 what is the mass of the sun?' So I sat down at a desk at the back and  pulled my phone out under the desk and started texting Rhiannon. Angie sat down beside me and pulled out her books. What a goody good. I bet she will actually do work as well. I scoffed and she looked up at me accusingly. 

"you know, you might get better marks if you actually had your book out and looked like you were doing something rather than blatantly texting under the desk." She told me sarcastically. I poked my tongue at her and we both cracked up. As if I was going to actually do work. Mr Stuart glared at us angrily. He gave up on me within two weeks of me being in his class. He stopped giving me detention after 4 days of me not showing up and hasn't given me homework since term two. He didn't care that I did no work and i didn't care that he gave me bad grades. 

The bell went, I got up and walked out  as fast as I could. Other than Mr Stuart most of the teachers liked me and I did well at all my other classes. My favorite subject was music, it was also the subject i was best at. 

The rest of the day was boring really just taking notes and listening to lectures until last period when I had music. Today was the day we were presenting our own compositions, the song i had spent all term on, the one that i had finished writing last night. Dad had said it sounded great I just hoped the teacher would think it was good as well. I sat in class tapping my foot on the floor anxious for my turn to perform. There was only 18 people in our class and i was the 6th person to perform. I grabbed my guitar and made my way up to the makeshift stage. I began to strum and as soon as I started singing I lost my self to the music and  before I knew it I was done. I bowed and walked down off the stage. I could feel my cheeks burning as I walked back to my seat. Every one was standing and clapping and cheering. Jeez, it wasn't that good, was it? I sat in silence for the rest of the class (except for clapping for other performers) and when the bell rang I was out of that class room before anyone tried to talk to me.

Well that went better than expected.  

Ok I know my chapters arent very long but i dont want to bore anyone by blabbing on about unnecessary things. Any whoo  comment and tell me what you think, fan coz i have none yet :'( and message me im keen to talk to you :D btw im from newzealand so my english may be different from what you're used to dont judge me on that. many upps and love to you all - Zephie :)

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