The Only Girl In Addison High (edited)

Chapter:ONE

Life, what is it all fucking about? Because mine at the moment is not great; but oh well. At the moment, I'm sat in my aunty's office while she gives me a lecture on my recent hair colour-black with pink and blue tips-I see no problem.

"I don't care if you like that colour, you are to change it back right now, young lady!" She's screamed at me ever since my parents died-she's hated me ever since-and I don't know why.

I shrugged my shoulders and stared at my aunty, "Is this all you've called me downstairs for, to yell at my hair? That's pathetic, you're hurting my hair's feelings you know!" I told her.

"Hair does not have feelings, now cut the cheek." She scowled.

"Now you want to have a go at my cheeks, knowing you it will be my nose next or my ears!" I smirked, she huffed and leaned on her desk staring down at me.

"Just shut up and listen, I have news about the school that you were suppose to go to tomorrow. For some reason they have found out what you are actually like and realise that they don't want you in their scho-"

I cut her off.

"I told you no school would want me when they found out what I've done, so if you don't mind," I stood up, only being told to sit back down.

"It's your own bloody fault for fricking trying to casterate someone with a rusty spoon." She screamed at me.

"Not my fault I was bored and they were pissing me off!" I screamed back.

"Just shut up and sit down, there is another school that knows about you and are willing to take you on."

"Yeah right! Who's that then?" I asked, I raised my brow at her.

"Addison Highs Delinquent School for...Boys" she paused.

"Well this school's goi- wait did you say for boys?" I asked blinking, dreading what she was about to say.

"Yes"

Die you wicked woman! Die!

"The hell you doing with my life?!" I blinked in disbelief.

"I know you don't like school and only the teachers know about what you're like, so go and pack-you leave in two hours"

I groaned and head-butted the mahogany desk that she is sat at.

"Don't do that!"

"Fuck you." I got up and left, packing my case.

I  ran up stairs and changed into a pair of ripped skinny jeans that were a faded blue, black braces dangling from them in that quirky way they did. I pulled on a batman tank top-to top it all off I slipped on my yellow Converse.

I threw my case down the stairs and watched it as it bounced off of every single step, banging into a wall-leaving a lovely dent-ahhh such a perfect mark.

"Bye, Katherine." I shouted as I bound out the door to the car.

After getting in the car I flicked my uncles ear.

"Where is this school Philip?" I asked my uncle, he glared at me in the rear view mirror before saying.

"Did Kate not tell you? It's in California." He replied with a unsure tone.

"Ya wha' now?" I blinked and flicked his ear again.

"You people are so loving and kind." I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

I sighed and plugged my iPod in, as the music started playing I hummed lightly to it.

We had arrived at the airport, Phil got out off the car and grasped my case, walking me to the main building.

Well that's my first escape plan gone.

As we walked into the building my uncle stopped in front of a tall man with brown hair, there was also a teenage boy next to him with similar features.

"Hi, I'm David Brown, I'm the head teacher of Addison High," He spoke and stuck his hand out, I looked him up and down and back to his hand. He retracted his hand and pointed to the teenager, "This is my son, Drake, only he and the teachers know of the circumstances of why you're here. Also, he will be attending at Addison High." I stuck my hand out and he looked at it nervously.

I raised an eyebrow. "Fucking hell, I'm not gonna kill anyone." I retracted my hand.

I turned to my uncle and stretched out my hand, he put his hand in mine as I crushed his in a tightly gripping shake.

"Bye bye Philip, I'm going to miss you, not so much Kate but what can you say she's always hated my guts since I was born." I grinned.

My uncle replied with a simple-
"Can't. Feel. My. Hand!" He gasped.

I quickly let go and toddled off to where I had to be. The journey to California was too long for my liking so I messed around for abit. Examples of my strenuous activities consisted of:

•Flicking people in the back of head.

•Kicking chairs.

•Tipping mouldy plane food into a vomit bag then flushing it down the bog.

Once we got off the plane we travelled to the school in silence. Staring out the window, my eyes came across a tall, melancholy building with heavy dark blue doors and tall fences. Great, it looks like escape plan number two is also gone.

"My life is going to be shit." I mumbled under my breath and climbed out the car, slamming the door shut.
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