Can You Feel My Heart?

Just a normal girl? That's what Jessica wishes she was. With her twin, Melissa, hating her guts and plotting her demise, an art teacher, Mr Clifford, caring more than he should; and a few close friends sticking together, what will become of Jess? Will she find that normal life and move to England like she planned? Or will she find a love worth fighting for and stay where she is?


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“Adventure time! Come on grab your friends! We’ll go to very distant lands!” I heard Lilly singing at the top of her lungs as she swung my bedroom door open.

“Lilly, shut up!” I groaned from under my duvet. I knew Melissa was not going to be happy with this. Her royal pain in the arse needed her beauty sleep.

“Oh, come on, Emo Kid! Wake up! The sun is shining, the birds are singing. What more could you ask for?” she chirped drawing my curtains, revealing the scorching Australian sun.

I just covered my head with the sheets and mumbled, “A snow day?”

“Wishful thinking. A snow day in Australia!” she laughed throwing my covers across the room.

“Shut up, Lilly. Hag from Hell is going to have our heads for breakfast if we wake her. You know that.” I whined rubbing my face.

“She doesn’t even eat breakfast. You know that.” she said in her matter of fact way. “First day of senior year. We don’t want to be late, now do we?”

“How about we just don’t show up? Besides, who starts school on a Thursday?” I suggested hoping that her inner rebel would kick in.

“No! We need to show those twig bitches how much we’ve improved ourselves and that they won’t be pushing us around anymore.” she rambled. “Besides, we didn’t spend our whole break boxing and jamming for nothing.”

“I hope you have an outfit idea for me or I’m just going to end up going in my pjs.” I said tying my hair back in a messy bun.

“Course I have an outfit ready for you.” she rolled her eyes walking to the dresser at the end of my room. Melissa got the walk in closet. Big shocker there.

Lilly was throwing clothes around the room until she found what she was looking for. She threw me the clothes and I started getting dressed.

“No shower?” she asked pulling a face at me.

“Shut up, I took it last night so I wouldn’t have to get up earlier.” I grumbled pulling a Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt on.

“Woah, we got a badass over here.” she threw her hands in the air and took a step back. I just laughed at her and pulled the black skinny jeans up my legs.

“This is how I’m supposed to show off?” I asked looking down at the baggy t-shirt. She just gave me a look that told me to shut up and stand. Lilly pulled out a razor from her back pocket and cut the sleeves off the t-shirt. She proceeded to my jeans and cut the whole front of the legs off up to a few inches from where my panties begun.

“Shoes?” she asked and I pointed to my Chuck Taylors in the corner. “Well go get them then and meet me downstairs.” she said disappearing.

I sighed and flopped back down on my bed. Lilly was so tiring sometimes, but she was still my best friend. Heck, she was a sister to me. More than my own was anyway. I shook my head and pulled my shoes on. Lilly wasn’t giving me any time to do my hair or even a little makeup this morning. I just ran a brush through my already straightened hair and left the blue waves loose down my back. She might have ruined my clothes, but I liked it. I closed my thick black velvet curtains again before trudging downstairs.

“Woah! No raccoon eyes!” she said shocked.

“Can we just go now?” I asked rolling my eyes. She nodded and I grabbed my keys and bag.



“Dude wake up!”

“God! What is it now?!” I yelled back at Ashton, my flatmate and childhood best friend.

“School. You’re going to be late on your first day man. That’s not good.” he said throwing my covers across the room.

“You’re gonna clean that up, you know...” I grumbled getting up. “What to wear…”

“Anything. You’re the Art guy; you’ll get away with anything.” Ash laughed and waltzed out the room.

“Well that helps a lot!” I called after him sarcastically. I stumbled over to my closet, barely awake, and decided that one couldn’t go wrong with band merch.

“Hurry up, Michael!” Ash called from the front room just as I pulled a Sleeping With Sirens t-shirt over my head. I glanced briefly in the mirror and ran my fingers through the dark blue strands.

“What do I need man? I’m clueless!” I asked panicking as we walked to the gate.

“Everything you need is at the school. You don’t need much anyway.” he replied nonchalantly. I just sighed as we started the short walk to the school. It had the big buildings, the parking lot, and the field. Everything was there. I was silent as we entered through the big front entrance into the hallway. Same old funky smelling halls and cafeteria. There weren’t a lot of kids in the halls yet which I was thankful for.  The teachers’ lounge was the normal small room with tables littering the floor and coffee machines that were working on overtime. The men and woman in the room seemed to be like zombies. Except of course for the wacky Maths teacher. Her strawberry blonde curls were bouncing all over the place as she was explaining something to one of her colleagues. It was all so weird to me. Never would I have thought I’d become a teacher. I mean, I hated them when I was in school, so why would I become the thing I hated right? At least Art was something that I loved.

“This place creeps me out so much...” I mumbled to Ashton as he got us some coffee from one of the machines.

“Don’t worry about it, dude. We’ll leave in a second.” he said handing me a black mug with a skull and crossbones on it. I smiled and shook my head. We hovered around the room for a short few minutes before we decided to get to our classrooms.

“Walk me to class?” I asked batting my eyelashes.

“Come on, not on the first day already.” he laughed. “You’re class is literally at the end of the hallway. Big doors. You can’t miss it.”

“You’re no fun.” I huffed and walked to where he pointed. Placing my hand on the cool, shiny handle, I took a deep breath and entered the studio. The room looked abandoned. There were no pictures on the walls, no previous art projects. Nothing indicating that this was an art room. It was sad really. The room smelled of dust and old paint. For a top notch school, I would have expected a lot more than this. At the very back of the room was a large desk I assumed was mine. As I walked to the back I counted the desks that were soon to be filled with kids. Thirty maybe? It was kind of intimidating. I shrugged it off as I took a seat behind the desk, my feet automatically going to rest upon it. There was about ten minutes left before the bell was supposed to ring and the first class would begin. I didn’t bother writing my name on the board or anything like normal teachers would do, I just sat with my head back and my eyes closed. It was going to take a while to get used to the early mornings.

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