y/n pov
so year 11. gcses that i'm not excited for. prom that i could also not care about. as i am lonely and i just fade into the background of everything.
end of pov
y/m- y/n, breakfast is ready
y/n- alright coming mum.
i rush downstairs quickly and eat the piece of toast my mum had made me on the way out the door to walk/run to school also known as the hell hole. yeah you may have guessed it, i am late. nothing unusual i always just lay in bed instead of actually getting up. omg. ugh. the faint noise of the bell ringing made me jump as i checked my timetable and realised i have the worst lesson with the worst people.
the school bell rings and i enter
headteacher- morning y/n we have two new students that i would like you and y/bsf (bestfriend) to show around today would you mind?
y/n- of course not miss.
ht (headteacher) thankyou very much
i slowly dragged my feet down the corridor to the office.
i had a glimpse of what i thought was the boys and one of them was very cute but all good could turn bad?
well this was a very short chapter?
sorry if it was bad or there were any mistakes🙈
emily🕊
