"Hello?"
"WAKE UP LUCY! WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"
"Ugh, not so loud Melissa.."
Today was the first day of our last year in high school. Me and my best friend Melissa decided we were going to carpool in her brand new red Mini Cooper she received for her birthday last week, so I had to be ready. I hung up my phone and got out of my comfy bed and made my way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
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"Ugh, what am I gonna wear Mel?" I questioned, while I threw clothes out of my closet.
"Something cute, of course! What about those red skinny jeans we got you last month?"
Melissa was a fashion freak. She knew what colors went together and when they should be worn.
"This is why I love you! Thanks!" I said.
"Yea, yea." she quirked. "Just be ready in 20 minutes! Bye!"
I let down my naturally wavy hair and put on my jeans with a black and red floral top that hung off of my shoulder. I heard Melissa blowing her horn outside so I grabbed my black combat boots and my jacket and ran outside.
I got inside and examined the car.
"This car is amazing, Mel!" I shrieked.
"Thanks!" she replied, with a smile. "And those red pants are hot!"
While we were driving to school my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Where are you two? Class is about to start!" said the high pitched voice.
It was our other friend Amy. She was always on time for school, for everything really.
"We're almost there. Melissa wanted to stop for coffee." I explained.
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Finally we parked in the parking lot of the school and I got out to finally see Melissa's full outfit. I always looked forward to see what she was wearing. She was wearing a red vintage plaid skirt with a slightly oversized cream blouse, tucked. Accented with a vintage red fedora with her straight brown hair falling out of the back. Total hipster.
I looked up to see Amy running towards us. She had on a black tank with blue skinny jeans and converse. Amy didn't care about clothes as much as Mel did. They were total opposites. We all quickly ran to our first class together.
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Our class was complete chaos. Flying paper balls, loud mouthed girls, and the loud football players. Everyone seemed to quiet down when our teacher walked in. She was an older woman with big glasses, and clumpy mascara. Her wrinkly mouth was covered with bright red lipstick that somehow managed to get on her teeth. No one had the heart to tell her.
"Settle down, I have a big announcement to make." she said in a feeble tone. "As you all know our school has been chosen for a new foreign exchange program."
There was no response.
"So we will be adding three new people to this class for the year." she said.
Our school didn't take to kindly to new people, so I knew whoever these 3 people were, they were in danger. By that time we heard the door knob turn and the door opened.
"Ahh, hello boys!" said the teacher, while staring into the hallway. "Come in."
The class straightened up in their seats. And In walked 3 guys. As soon as they closed the door, there were faint sounds of wolf whistles and "oohhs and aahhs".
"Class meet, Henry, Lionel, and Zack." she announced.
We noticed the three boys shyly giggled. We didn't understand what was so funny. The curly haired boy then spoke.
"Ermm, It's Harry, Louis, and Zayn." he pointed out, causing the entire class to erupt into laughter. From hearing his accent I could tell that they were English.
Harry had dark curly hair with a white polo shirt with khaki chinos and white converse. Louis' hair was short and brown, swooped to the right and he was wearing a black v-neck with red pants and a pair of black TOMS. Zayn had very black hair that was styled with a quiff. He wore a blue and white varsity jacket and khaki chinos with a pair of all white Supras. Without a doubt these boys were definitely stylish.
They all walked towards a few seats in the back of the classroom. Every girl's head turned when they walked past them, eyeballing their every move.