I awoke with a jolt. Falling, falling down hard and fast. I think that's how my dream ended. I think the worst part about dreams is that you forget them so fast.
Reaching up, I wiped the crust out of my eyes. I smelt some breakfast from downstairs. Quickly, I jumped out from under my covers and ran to the food. Nothing is more important to me than food. "Sup, kiddo," I looked up to see my Uncle Zayn smiling. "I smelt food so..," I trailed off making a plate.
Uncle Zayn is quite tan. He has long eyelashes that frame his big brown eyes. He quiffs his black hair up most of the time, but I prefer when he wears more like a messy bed head style. He's 27 years old and stands at 5'7 feet tall. We get along pretty well. Zayn has always been the uncle that I can sit around and have a good laugh with. Uncle Zayn and I just moved here to Westerway. He had received a really nice job offer. He's going to be some type of boss for a new business. Today is his first day of work, and it is also my first day at Westerway Highschool.
"How's the food taste," Uncle Zayn asked. "Mmmm gwood," I stated with my mouth full of food. I grinned at Uncle Zayn and raised my thumb up. Swallowing my food, I informed Zayn, "I think I should get ready for school now." "Yeah, you probably should start getting ready now. Be ready in fifteen minutes if you want me to drive you," I was informed. "You are so lucky I showered last night and brushed my hair," I said while rolling my eyes.
I ran upstairs. First, I entered the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I put on my glasses. After putting my brunette hair into a loose braid, I headed toward the closet. I put on my high-waisted black skinny jeans, Ramones t-shirt, and my black beat up converse with writing on them. Picking up my new purple backpack I walked downstairs.
Upon my arrival downstairs, I was greeted with the sight of Uncle Zayn sipping coffee, and spinning the keys around his finger. We both hopped into his black Jeep. I proceeded to change the radio station until found I song that met my liking. Breakeven by The Script! "Rad! I finally found a good song," I yelled. A chuckling Uncle Zayn asked me, "Why don't you listen to music that more of the teenage girls like?" "Hmmm, I don't know what do you suggest, Uncle Zaynie," I smiled. "It's Uncle Zayn, and how about Demi Lovato, she's pretty good," he reasoned. "Your only saying that because she's your celebrity crush, and she's alright I guess. I'm just not a huge fan. She has a few really good songs though," I trailed off. I caught Zayn blushing probably because I mentioned his celebrity crush. "Whatever, it's time for you to get out," Uncle Zayn said nodding toward Westerway Highschool. "Fine," I grumbled while getting out. "Oh and Macy," Zayn smirked. "Yep," I questioned popping the p. "Have a good day," he smiled. "It's school there are no good days," I responded. Laughng he looked at me and stated, " I love you." "Love you too," I laughed while heading toward the school.
First, I need to head towards the front office and get my schedule. Considering I've never stepped foot in this building, I think I will need help. "Um excuse me, Im looking for the front office, could you exlain where it is to me?" I asked a brown headed dude. I'm secretky hoping this guy isnt a jerk and will point it out to me. I will be quite upset if he just tricks me. "Um sure, walk to the end ogf this hallway, take a left, continue until you see the double doors, keep going and you should see a sign that says Front Office," he explained. "Thanks," I shyly smiled. Let's just hope he was being honest. The brown headed boy had blue eyes, and his hair was whisked to the side like feathers. He had quite a few tattoos, my favorite had to be the one that I saw through his white shirt. It Is What It Is. He seemed pretty cool. I followed his instructions which did indeed lead me to the front office. After, retrieving my schedule I opened the office door and started my journey to my first class.
Surprisingly, I made it to my first class on time. It was Spanish. I'm alright with Spanish, this was Spanish IV and I'm was in Spanish V at my old school. We'll see how this goes. "Hola clase, tenemos una estudiante nueva hoy," The teacher stated. "Umm hola," I waved my hand and rushed to my seat. I'm not a huge people person, more like socially awkward. This will be a long day.
Throughout the whole class I kept feeling a pocking in my back. Finally I turned aroud and whisper yelled,"¿¡Qué!?" There was a blonde boy who was smiling, "¿Sabes español? Strangely the boy with beautiful blue eyes had an Irish accent, which sounded lovely speaking Spanish. "Sí, sé un poco español," I smiled. "The names Niall," the blondie reached out his hand. "The names Macy," I smirked. "It's official we are best friends," Niall stated proudly. "Says who?" I questioned. "Says me," he laughed.
At the end of the day I walked outside to go meet Zayn. As I walked outside I was met with a gray cloud of smoke. I started caughing. Leaning against the doors was a boy with a cigarette rested between his thin pink lips. He brushed a hand through his curly hair and chuckled. I met his green eyes before I heard Uncle Zayn honking the horn. Shaking my head I jumped in. "How was school,' I was questiones. "Good I guess, I met my best friend Niall, and his step brother Liam. They showed me around school, and sat with me at lunch. They also made me laugh so hard I almost peed myself like five times, so all in all I'd say good." I explained.
With my ear buds in I finally drifted off to sleep. In my dreamworld I was met with long blonde pretty hair, gray eyes, and a laugh just like mine.