"Wake up sweetie!" A voice rang in my head, breaking me from my dreamland.
I groaned before peeling my eyes opened. Ugh school.
FIRST day of school.
In a new place.
Kill me now.
We had recently moved from England, all the way to California or Cali as most people would call it.
I had a small accent, my parents on the other hand had strong true british sound in there voice.
A small peice of my wavy brown hair fell infront of my face, I wiped it away before slowly climbing out of bed.
I slipped on my slippers and slid to the bathroom. I looked at my terrifying self in the mirror, bags under my eyes, acne.
Being a teenager sucks.
My hair looked like a birds nest on the top of my head, I moaned before attemping to run my brush through it. Making me pull of small peices of hair, it hurt like hell.
I finally managed to make my hair looked on between straight and curly, I then stomped to my closet. I pulled out a knit sweater and jeans.
Once I felt presentable for my first day as a sophmore, I trotted down the stairs to the smell of bacon.
I did a small victory dance in my head as I sat down and chewed on the heaven that sat on my plate.
I seen a note on the kitchen counter.
I have to go to work, have a good day at your new high school, make some friends!
I smiled to myself before setting it down. My eyes darted to the clock, 7:45! Im late.
"Crap,crap,crap" I mumbled to myself as I quickly slipped on my uggs and sprinted to the bus stop.
I made it just in time.
I climbed on the bus, about 20 students were sat in different seats, I sat in the very front.
I heard mumbles, but ignored them.
The bus finally came to a stop, I pulled out my scheule that I had got a few days before, I quickly skimmed the print.
"Locker 203" I said to myself as I hopped off the bus. My eyes slowly looked up and a gigantic school sat infront of me.
"Excuse me" A small voice said, I turbed around and a small looking girl that lookdd to be about my age looking at me with innocent eyes.
"Oh sorry" I mumbled.
"You're british?" She asked, her eyes wide.
"Uh yeah.." I said, my eyes staring in a different direction.
"Thats so cool, well I'll see you around" She smiled before walking ahead, I smiled to myself before climbing the concrete stairs.
About 400 teenagers stood infront of me, all talking or giggling or making out. The usual.
I walked up to my locker number, a boy with brown hair and a girl woth black hair were making out beside me like no tomorrow.
What a great year this will be.
I quickly darted to his arm, a few tattos ran up it.
Like I said, the usual.
I figured out how to open my locker and threw my new school supplys from Staples into it.
I smiled before sighing and looking at my scheule.
"Science, math, LA" I read off the classes one by one before grabbing the things I needed.
"Bye babe" A squeaky girl voice said. Ugh them two.
I seen her walk away out of the corner of my eye.
"Hey good-looking" His raspy deep voice said, I turned and looked at him.
I won't say he wasn't attractive.
He held his lip peircing in between his teeth.
"Hello, you are?" I tried to act as polite as possible.
"Accent girl eh?" His Canadian voice said.
"I wouldn''t say you don't have an accent either" I smirked before closing my locker tightly.
"Well british accents are very sexy" He said and I felt my ears warm up, I never got male attention like this before.
"Well you shouldn't call a girl sexy, and plus looks like you already have a lady friend" I stared into his deep brown eyes with a serious expression planted on my face.
"So? He mumbled, I rolled my eyes.
"Im late for class" I turned around and walked away from him, I could feel him stare.
I eventually found first class, thank god.
The bell rang as I took a seat.
"He" walked into the classroom, my stomach dropped.
And where did he sit? Plop down right beside me.
I don't even know this guys name!
"Hey hot-stuff" His rough voice whispered as he ran his hand threw his fluffy hair.
"Hey douche" I sighed.
"Oh little accent girl got some additude" He said with a smirk plastered to his face.
I ignored him and opened up my scribbler, writing the date.
I could hear his voice but I honestly didn't care what he was saying.
"So where are you from?" He asked, his fingers playing with his lip ring.
"England" I mumbled staring down at my pencil.
"Thats pretty far" He said, his eyes burned through my head.
"Yeah..it is" I looked up at him, his eyes met mine for a moment. My stomach felt funny.
I quickly looked away to the sound of a teacher voice.
Let this torturess school year begin.
Ok so new fanfic
Changed will probably not be updated in forever mostly bc I have no ideas whatsoever.
And about the tutor..i have to rewrite each chapter which takes a lot of time so yeah...
And scared is currently being updated.
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Bad Boy (Shawn Mendes)Fanfiction
Annebelles a goody two shoes, hes a bad boy. Shes from England, hes from a small town called Pickering. What happens when her thoughts on the "Douche" change?