This is my very first story and I hope that you all can enjoy it!
I own nothing...except the crazy mind...and the bowl of chocolate ice cream...
Part 1:
You walked down the hallway to your English class. As tired as you were, you kept bumping into people and mumbling apologies and staggering around open areas. Last night, you had to work until ten at night, and then a storm came over while you were walking home. What made it worse was that your neighbor decided to throw a party and the music was turned up way to loud. It was four o'clock before your head finally hit the pillow, only to have your dog start barking at nothing again. Finally, an hour later, you finally went to bed. Your alarm went off at six thirty, making you throw the damn (F/C) alarm clock against the wall, triggering another barking fit from your dog. Overall, you had a shitty night.
When you tried to catch the bus to school, last night's puddles cause cars to splash you with water. After changing twice, you had missed your bus and were forced to walk the entire three miles to the school while wearing your flats. Upon arriving at the school, you were thankful to get there before the bell rang. But a group of girls decided to pick on you today. Your lunch money stolen, all twenty dollars, and you were eventually proclaimed the unluckiest girl in the entire world.
Entering the classroom, you noticed someone sitting in your seat. A tall muscular blond guy sat reading a book, waiting for the bell to ring. You sigh and walk up to him.
"Excuse me, this is my seat." You say, tiredly.
The man looked up at you with piercing blue eyes that could turn even the sun to ice. You backed up and began to shake. When he stood up, he towered over you. Holy crap, he could be a football player with his size…hell he could be a professional wrestler for all I know!
"Sorry." His voice was deep, and strict. There was an accent in his voice you couldn't quite place, but it was oddly amazing and fitting for his size.
You sit down and you realize that he took the empty seat behind you. "Shit." You mumble.
Once class started, the teacher passed out a writing assignment. You began to write ideas down, but your mind was beginning to blink out. Before your head hit the table, someone tapped your shoulder softly.
"Excuse me, do you have a pencil I can borrow?" The guy behind you asked.
"Um…Y-yeah." You looked through your bag and handed him a pencil, trying to avoid his blue eyes.
"Danke." He said.
"Y-you're welcome." You turned back around, your face turned red.
The bell rang much too early and you rushed out of the classroom to P.E.
By the way...I was writing this out of boredom and as an excuse for saying i was up writing my essays...don't tell any one...or i will send France after you...T_T...COMMENTS ARE WELCOMED! XD