I woke up to the sweet soft melody of song birds calling their affection to one another. The crisp morning air billowing through my curtains. I yawned, my mouth as wide as it could open. After rubbing my eyes, I looked lazily out of my bedroom window, the suns glare making my eyes burn so much I had to shade them with my hands. A loud angry voice called from downstairs. "SAMANTHA! YOUR GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL...AGAIN!" I growled crossly as I slowly raised to my feet. I really did hate school, and couldn't care less if I was late, or not... Everyone bullied me there, and I had no friends. Making matters worse, a new guy was coming into my class, yet another bully most likely! Pushing painful thoughts aside I walked sluggishly over to my drawers. It took me less than 5 minutes to put my boyish school clothes on. I had never been a skirt and make-up kind of girl. Trowers were fine by me.
I fondled for the banester, as I groped it uneasily to drag my way down the stairs. I just wanted to go back to bed and play another sicky, but my mum had realised I was skiving, and she threatened to take internet privlages. I couldn't live without my online chatting, cyber bullying or not! My mum sarcsstically said "LATE AGAIN!" I yelled "OH SHUT UP MOTHER!" as I slammed the front door behind me. It felt good to be outdoors, but my destination made my heart ache. I felt like flunking off school, but I knew I would never have the bottle to do that.
It didn't take too long to get to school, but there was no point rushing because she was already 5 minutes late when she left the house. Another 5 minutes late made no difference to me. I slowly wandered into class. The teacher already full raging at me as soon as she saw me. "LATE AGAIN ARE WE SAM!" I sighed and smirked as I replied cheekily with "that's what everyone keeps telling me anyway". The teacher yelled madly "SIT DOWN NOW, I'VE HAD ENOUGH DISTRACTIONS!" As soon as she said this, my eyes drifted towards my seat. That is when I saw him... James Valentine. He was a total hottie. He had short brown hair, with a sticky up fringe, and don't get me started on his eyes. They were dark green, and sparkled like emeralds. My stomach jolted uneasily, as I realized I was glaring like a crazy pervert, right at the new kid.
Everyone laughed and chanted "SAMMY NIGHTINGALE'S HEART IS ALL A FLUTTER FOR THE NEW GUY!" The teacher shushed the class and said "Samantha, this is James Valentine. He is the new boy, you will be sitting next to him from now on in class". All the class went "OOOOOoooooo!" I began to turn bright red with embaressment. I walked slowly, trying my best not to make a first bad impression... But failed miserably as I tripped on someones leg as they purposly stretched it out in front of me. I fell to the floor with a loud thud, as everybody burst into a loud chorus of laughter. I raised my eyes from the carpet to see a hand stretched out to me. I dared myself to look up into the eyes of the kind kid who gave me this gesture. It was James, the new boy. He said with a kind hearted smile "need a hand". This was the first thing he ever said to me, and the first time I ever held his hand. He lifted me to my feet, and I sat down next to him, feeling rather embaressed as everybody began chanting "THE BIRDS IN LOVE!"
As the class went on I plucked up the courage to speak back to him for the first time. "Thanks for that by the way" I whispered as I continued to shyly gaze upon my empty page. My mind was a buzz of activity, and I just wasn't motivated at the time. James said sweetly "no worries, it was cruel of the class to all pick on one student like that. I won't stand down to that kind of behaviour. It makes me sick. You seem like a nice girl, even though I know nothing but your name. Nice girls don't need bullies like that". I dared myself to continue the conversation, becoming braver the more I spoke to him. "So why did you move school?" James sighed and said "I couldn't stand the imature people there. Seems every school has them". He looked round at the class, before looking blankly at me. "But you... Your different". This was the last thing he said that lesson, as the teacher smacked a rular down on the desk to shut us up.