I wake up with the annoying beep of my alarm going off. I groan and get my clothes.
"Jeans, t-shirt, vans, beanie, glasses. anything else?" I mumble to myself.
I get into the shower and wash my body. I let the water trickle down my spine and look down.
I get out and dry my body with my towel.
I change into my underwear and my clothes I laid out.
"Claire! Come on down for breakfast!" My mom yells from the bottom of the stairs while I'm brushing my hair. "I'm coming!" I yell back. I take a look at my mirror and nod.
I slip my Vans on and skip the last steps.
"Good morning." My mom says. "Morning. Where's dad?" I ask. "He left early. Ya know?" There's a silence and I nod. I eat my breakfast and go brush my teeth. I come back down and swing my backpack over my shoulder.
"Ok. I got to go. See you later." I say to mom. "Ok. Bye baby. Have a good day!" She replies, waving.
I take a step outside and sigh. Another day to waste at school. At least it's with friends, I think.
I look around to see neighbours taking the trash out. I moan and shove my headphones in my ears. Whenever they see me, they start to talk. For a long time. And never stop. I'm not rude, but when it comes to them, you have to.
I walk all the way to the bus stop to see my best friends Olivia and Perrie. "Hey guys." I say. "Hey C! What's Up?" Olivia chirps. "Ehh... nothing much." I reply. "Well we have a new kid in school today. And he lives near us!" Perrie claps. "Is he hot?" I ask. "See for yourself." She point to a shaggy haired kid in a varsity jacket.
My jaw drops. "Y-y-yeah. He's hot-t." I stutter. "His name is Jake. He moved from Tennessee." Olivia explains. "He must have a cute accent then." I smirk. "Oh Claire! I know how much you love accents." Perrie Says. "Yeah." I say in an annoyed voice. "We can read you like a book." Olivia whispers.
The bus arrives and we all try to sit near each other. But I got lucky enough for Jake to sit next to me. "Hey. I'm Jake." he says WITH AN ACCENT. "I'm Claire. Claire Sanders." I shake his hand.
Olivia and Perrie make faces and I start blushing. I mouth 'Stop' and they smirk and turn around.
We get to school and get to class: History.
After history, we go home and get Starbucks at the mall.
"So... what did we learn today?" Olivia asks. "Nothing." Perrie says. I nod. "CORRECT!" I say with a sarcastic tone.
I order my favourite. A Vanilla Bean. I take a sip and turn around to find Olivia and Perrie. But instead, I met with someone's chest. "I'm so sorry!" The guy apologises. "It's fine." I look up to see Jake from school. "Oh hi Jake." I blush. I rub the back of my neck.
"Hey, Claire." He smiles. I push my glasses up my nose. "C'mon Claire!" Olivia yells. "Talk tomorrow?" I ask. "Certainly." He smiled.
"Ugh. Just ask me out already!!!" I whine. "Chill! He probably will tomorrow." Says Perrie. "Yeah I doubt it." I tell her.
We walk around the mall and buy shirts and dresses. I get some t-shirts with band names and get some more jeans. I'm not goth, or punk. I wear anything. Just not dresses. Or skirts. I'm not a girly-girl. I like pop, rock, punk, and metal. Any music is fine. Just not that crusty, old classical music.
We go to my house with bags and bags of clothes. I open the door and my mom sees us. "Claire, can I talk to you?" She asks. "Yeah sure. You can say it to all of us." I say. "No. I'd rather just have you hear it. They'll probably won't want to hear this." She explains.
The girls walk to my room and mom and I talk.
"Claire, sweetie, your dad travels a lot right?" She asks. "Yeah. I know." "For his job. So you know that he travels to Australia a lot. Hm?" "What are we trying to get here." I joke. "You're dad was asked to move there. We are going to move to Australia. On Monday. Your last day is on Friday. I'm sorry. So say bye to your friends." I start to tear up. "No! I can't. My whole life was here in Maryland!! We can't! No mom, no!" The tears start coming faster.
"I'm sorry, Claire." She embraces me.
I huff and go to my room pretending to look like I didn't cry.
"So what did your mom want?" Perrie asks. "Uhh... She uh... I don't even remember." I laugh.
They shrug and continue to do whatever they were doing.
I have to tell them, I thought. "But I can't." I said out loud. "What?" Olivia questions. "Nothing. Just thinking aloud."
I get up with the peering light through the window. I groan and hang upside down on my bed. I slip my Vans on and I still had my clothes on from yesterday. They seemed to be clean so I wore them again.
I grabbed my backpack and just walked downstairs.
"Please don't be mad at your mother, Claire." My dad instructs. "I'm not mad." I snap. Maybe I am.
"Don't give me attitude." He says sternly. "Whatever." I mumble.
I quickly chew my breakfast and walk fast out of there.
As I walk, I go onto an app where I check posts, like an Instagram.
A video pops up: 5 Seconds Of Summer, She Looks So Perfect MusicVideo!!! :D
I roll my eyes because I've heard if the band but never heard their music. I clicked play and started listening. "Ehhh..." I said. "They're good, so far."
I listened to their lyrics: "She looked so perfect standing there, in my American apparel underwear." I made a weird face and laughed. "Good song, but weird lyrics."
"And I know now, that I'm so down. Her lipstick stain is a work of art, I got her name tattooed in and arrow heart. And I know now, that I'm so down."
I started head-banging like a weirdo. I looked around to see if anybody saw me. Gladly, no one did.
"This band is good. I want more." I joked, acting like Thor.
I looked them up on YouTube and listened to ALL their songs.
While I did that, I looked them up on Wikipedia. They're are 4 band members: Calum Hood, Michael Clifford, Ashton Irwin, and Luke Hemmings.
They are from...?