Six am and I was already awake. The duvet lay in a dishevelled heap on the floor. Rubbing my eyes with my palms, I clambered out of bed. A quick peek in the mirror told me that my turquoise hair had not fared well in the night of tossing and turning. I attempted to tame it, but in the end decided that tying it up was the best way to disguise the colourful dead animal on my head.
Saying that I was nervous would be an understatement.
I was terrified.
For everyone, starting a new school is difficult. Starting a new school when you've been home schooled for the rest of your life- well, that's taking it to a whole new level.
Unsure of what to wear, I settled on a black nirvana t-shirt with a red and black flannel on top, high-waisted ripped black jeans, black vans and light makeup.
Seeing as I had a tonne of time to kill, I settled down to watch my favourite cartoon- Dragon Ball Z- whilst spooning cornflakes into my mouth. Quarter to eight rolled round and I decided to wake my brother up.
"Jake, wake up! You're gonna be late for your first day!" I shook my twin awake and he blearily rubbed his eyes, looked at the clock and jolted.
"Shit, I've only got fifteen minutes to get ready!" he was struggling into some jeans.
"See you downstairs in ten!" and I went back down to my cartoons.
Jake emerged ten minutes later, complete with bag and shoes.
"C'mon, let's go,"
Both Jake and I had been home-schooled up until that day and I had no doubt he was just as nervous as I was. Though he didn't show it if he was.
It was only a fifteen minute walk to school, and it arrived way too soon. When we arrived, we headed straight to the principal's office to receive our timetables and locker combinations.
"What lessons have you got first?" I asked my brother.
"English and geography, you?"
"Gym, then history," a quick scan of Jake's timetable informed me of the fact that we were not going to be sharing many lessons this term.
"Damn, guess I'm not gonna be seeing too much of you this term," he chuckled. "See you after school then?"
"Yup, see you then" and we departed.
Wandering down the corridor, I looked at my timetable- and walked straight into someone's chest! In surprise, I dropped my belongings. I gathered them up, mumbled an apology and was about to leave when a hand on my shoulder stopped me.
"Hey, I haven't seen you round here- are you new?"
"Yeah, the name's Megan,"
"Michael Clifford," only now did I look up at the speaker. He was tall and lanky, dressed in a black vest top and ripped skinny jeans, but the main thing I noticed was his hair- it was turquoise, just like mine!
"Like your hair," Michael said casually.
"Thanks, yours too," I giggled. I looked at the ground, and there was a silence.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around then.." He looked reluctant to leave, but did so anyway.
Sorry, short chapter- hope you enjoyed it! Comment what you think! It should pick up, so please keep reading! Thank you loveliessss x