Rhythm Korin Bell, commonly known as Em, is the daughter of Steven Bell. The head P.E teacher at the new college Ackley Bridge for year 10 to 13. Em is in her last year of GCSEs; the dreaded Year 11.
"Em! Get up your gonna be late" A deep voice came from downstairs. I rolled over in bed, not wanting to get up, with a groan. This new school was a bad idea. Yet dad insisted that the wicked witch was right, and always is. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud bang, my heart thumping in my chest. The footsteps stopped halfway up the stairs, the stairs creaking under the weight of the person. I sat up, my brown locks swinging in front of my face. Blowing one strand away, a smug smirk came across my lips as the steps descended back into the kitchen. I threw the double duvet, I was wrapped in, back on the single bed. Climbing to my feet, I made my way into the bathroom, to get ready.
After, getting dressed, I found myself in the kitchen munching on toast, when my step-mum came in arrogantly. She looked at me with a harsh glance and grabbed the last slice of toast. Leaving none for dad.
"What about dad?" I questioned just as dad walked into the kitchen. He stole the last of half of my toast from my plate.
"Dad can have your toast!" He mumbled with toast crumbs falling out of his mouth. Mandy gave him a smile at his antics then threw a glare at me when we locked eyes. I rolled my eyes, standing up and grabbing my bag. Dad was oblivious to the evil glares. Slinging my bag over my shoulder I make my way to the door. As I slip my shoes on I shout to my dad.
"Dad, I'm getting the bus. See you at school!"
"See you kiddo"
I grab the door handle and fling the door open. Slamming it shut behind me, I sprint off down the street to get away from the horrible tension in the house that dad never seems to notice. I catch the bus to school, waiting to start the best first day ever. NOT.