Bill's POV
It was the beginning of your sophomore year, you, Bill Clinton are such a giddy little school boy. You were voted the president of SGA (student goverment association) and can't wait for the first meeting. Sitting in your new car it doesn't matter the year or even what kind it's the fact your parents got you one. Finally you could drive your girlfriend Hillary, like everyone else does. Sometimes you don't know if you really like her or not, she's a little off at times but on the other hand she is the vice. You continue to listen to her talk about how fun this year will be as you pull into the parking lot when you see a guy with purple hair and red streaks getting pushed into the fence surrounding the lot. You shake the sight off, and get out opening the door for your girlfriend and grabbing your bags. That guy must be new; you haven't seen him around in the earlier years or at all this summer. Who cares? He probably tried to stand up to them and started the fight. Hillary left you to go gossip to her bitch friend, Sarah Palin you can't stand her and she feels the same way towards you. While walking to the office for announcements you bump into that guy again with the hair, you both fall you swear you guys hit heads. It really hurt, he quickly scrambles up as you try pick up your books. He didn't even apologize when he stormed off, you see Sarah laughing then Hillary giving her a look.
JFK's POV
That jerk prep totally just pushed you both over, whatever you didn't expect that this school switch would be easy. Everyone keeps staring at your really bad haircut and dye, that's the last time you let your hair dresser sister practice on your hair. Your mom was going to take you to get it fixed tonight, you begged her to let you stay home but she couldn't. You looked in the school mirror, god I look like a hipster you say to yourself. All of your real clothes are in boxes still. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, you call up your sister trying to guilt her into picking you up. She tries to argue with you but agrees in the end and tells you to meet her in the bus parking lot. Shuffling across that courtyard was awful as people snickered and pushed past you to get to your classes. You weren't even that kind of person at all the long bangs, and colored hair wasn't you at all. Neither was the purple shirt and white pants with holes in them. Your sister was waiting right where she said she be, and you ran and jumped into the car. She apologized again about the hair thing then drove you back to the house to try to unpack the rest of your things. Great you missed the first day because of something really stupid and should have been avoided. Hopefully the certified hair stylist will be able to fix your mess you call hair.
A/N: Sorry not sorry, I do not regret what this story is going to turn into and I hope you have a few nice lawlz from this.
