Chars POV
I get dressed for school. Black shirt with orange ring, dark boys jacket, black jeans and my converse.
I ride to school, getting noticed by people for my hair. I go in to class. Math. Ergh. Why this subject. Anything else. I do my work than leave cause its end of class. The bell rings and students rush past, but I just walk normally. I get to c,ass late.
"Your late." Mrs higgins states.
"And your not blind." I sassed back. I take my seat and start doing science, but nothing exploded.
Next class is my favorite class. Art. I always paint the same thing. All in pencil, shaded. Its a pier where a girl is in the air, about to plunge into the water, but one thing is noticeable. Three a girl trying to stop her.
Even though I draw it, I don't know who that girl is. I don't have any friends so I just don't know.
When I finish, I simply draw the British flag in pencil still shaded. Usually, class is over as I finish the flag.
I walk out of class and see I have lunch. I go sit in the library to eat my lunch. After eating lunch, I go to my next class. English. I don't mind English, so I survive through it without dying of boredness.
After that I go to history. We learn bout stuff, nuff' said.
We go home again but something stops me from walking home.
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Nicole & Char
General FictionNicole & Char. Exact opposites, to say the least. Char is the rebel, the loud girl who isn't afraid to speak up for what she believes in, nor is she afraid to stick out like a sore thumb in a crowd. Nicole is the quiet, small girl with a big hear...
