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MILEY.
I glared menacingly at my alarm clock.
Today is the first day of school.
I dragged myself slowly to the bathroom, not anticipating the first day of torture. Don't get me wrong, I like school. I'm a straight A+ student, never getting any detention, and always punctual. 'There are just people who make it hard.'
Nick Gray, specifically.
He was already my archenemy since 1st grade ; ever since he 'accidentally' threw a crayon at me. I knew he did that on purpose. How could a crayon 'accidentally' slip from his hand and hit me straight to my head? I would have believe him and forgive him then, but he didn't even apologize!
'God, my morning is already turning worse by having thoughts about him.'
I shook my head violently and proceeded on taking a shower. After taking a shower, I wrapped my body and hair with a soft towel. Going out the bathroom, I surprisingly took time in choosing my outfit to wear. It's my last year in highschool, after all.
I finally settled on a black spaghetti tank-top with a gray cardigan over it. I wore black skinny jeans and my black slip-on converse. I unwrapped the towel from my hair and brushed it, leaving it in its natural, brown, curly locks. I grabbed my bagpack, wallet and phone from my desk and exited the room. Not wanting to be late in my first day of school, I went downstairs quickly. I proceeded to the kitchen then, catching my dad and brother eating cereal.
"Good Morning Dad and Jasper." I said with a monotone voice.
I entered the kitchen and sat across Jasper. All my life I have been living with men. My mother died long ago, so it was my job to take her place. Washing the dishes, cooking, cleaning, doing the laundry, etc. So I guess you could say I was not use in having girl companions. 'Especially I'm a loner in school.'
My dad was an FBI agent, hence his calm and strict attitude. My brother, Jasper, is still undergoing training, following my dad's footsteps.
Breakfast with our family was usually silent, a few conversations here and there.
Finishing my pancakes, I took a big gulp from my glass of juice. "I am going." I said, standing from my chair. My dad gave a small nod, while Jasper cracked a smile.
I waited at our front porch, it was where the bus normally stops to pick me. A few minutes later, the bus finally arrived. 'Here comes hell,' I sighed, before going inside the school bus.
I rolled my eyes at the scene that appeared before my eyes. Paper planes were flying all around, and the bus looked like a total mess. I searched for a place to sit and smiled when Taylor waved to me.
I walked up to her and sat beside her. "Thanks." I muttered, breathing a sigh of relief.
"No problem." Taylor replied nonchalantly.
Taylor Swift became my bestfriend when I entered highschool. We were placed to sit with each other during our music class, and we immediately clicked. We have the same love for music, and she totally understands my strict family and type of clothing. 'I consider myself lucky to even have a GIRL friend.'
I passed my time in the bus by talking to Taylor and listening to music.
It was already lunch time when I saw Taylor again.
"Hey, Miles!" she chirpily said.
"Hey." I answered back, lacking enthusiasm.
"You seem down. What's up?" she asked.
"First day of school and I have a 500 word essay to finish and 2 homeworks. All is well." I told Taylor exasperated.
Taylor chuckled. "I feel your pain." She said, patting my back in a reassuring way. "Anyways, it's lunch and I'm starving."
I nodded my head and we both made our way to the food section. I grabbed a tray and fall in line.
"Potato mash, a steak, a soda and a salad please." I told the lunch lady nicely. She smiled sweetly at me.
You might have notice the fancy food our cafeteria has. Well, the school I'm going to is not a 'middle-class' school. I'm not entirely rich, but I'm not middle-class either. My dad can't afford to buy me a luxurious car, but I often get what I want and need. It's a school made for rich kids, with rich parents who don't know how to waste their money before they die. 'Resulting to Nick Gray.'
Suddenly, a tall figure bumped into me.
"Sor-"but he stopped his words when he saw who he bumped into.
Nick Gray.
By instincts, I glared at him. "Can't you at least say sorry?" I asked civilly. I might as well try to act civil with him. Even just for the first day of school.
"No." he answered shortly with a cocky smirk.
"You bumped into me." I emphasized, my eyes narrowing at him. My patience is getting thinner…
"It's not my fault you were the one standing there the exact same time Joe threw the football at me." He replied. I glance at the football he was currently holding.
"Well, it also isn't my fault that you were born an ass." I retorted. I turned my back on him and took the food that I ordered.
I could feel Nick's intent gaze on me so I didn't turn around yet. Hearing his footsteps fade away, I finally turned around. I waited for Taylor to get her food and we went back to our table.
After eating our lunch, I offered Taylor that I can return her tray with mine. She told me thanks and I replied back with a smile.
While I was walking towards the cleaning area, someone bumped into me and I immediately lost my balance, landing myself in the cold, hard tiles. I could hear a booming laughter and looked up. I saw Joe Gray, Nick's cousin 'A football player.' Nick's group suddenly erupted into laughter, and soon the whole cafeteria joined in. Tears threatened to fall, but I stopped them. It was a good thing that each year level has their own different lunch time, so only the seniors could witness my embarrassment.
I stand up again, and it came to me as a surprise when Joe helped me pick-up the trays and utensils that went flying. He offered me an apologetic smile, and I understood immediately.
You see, even if Sea View High School is made for rich kids, it's still High School. Meaning there are still cliques. Joe happens to fall in the 'Popular Crowd', where Nick Gray and Selena Russo was the head. Just like ordinary high schools, there will always be a leader in a popular crowd who has the power to boss around the 'less' popular ones ; hence, resulting to Joe's previous actions.
I offered Joe an understanding smile, and stand-up properly. I refused to let them see my tears. After-all, it was one of the most important life-lessons my dad thought me ; never let anyone see your vulnerable side.
I walked to the cleaning section, with my chin up. I returned back to Taylor, and her face was filled with concern and anger.
"Don't worry," I muttered under my breath to Taylor. She gave a stiff nod.
We walked out to the cafeteria together, and when I heard the cafeteria doors closed, I immediately sprinted into the nearest girl's comfort room and locked myself in one of the cubicles.
Tears then started to fall, and I didn't stop them this time. I heard the comfort room's door open a minute later, and I immediately knew it was Taylor.
Taylor knocked lightly in the cubicle door. "Miles, you there?" she asked softly.
With a weak hand, I opened the cubicle door.
"Oh, Miles!" Taylor exclaimed, engulfing me in a comforting hug.
I sobbed in Taylor's arm for a couple of minutes before I remembered what my dad told me ; Don't let anyone see your vulnerable side.
I wiped my eyes hastily, and blew my nose in a tissue. "Thanks Tay," I told Taylor sincerely, giving her a bear hug.
"Anytime." She replied. "I'll be waiting outside."
I nodded and she went out the comfort room.
I walked up to the sink and splashed my face with cold water. It helped me compose myself. I took a deep breath before exiting the comfort room.
"Ready?" Taylor asked.
I only answered with a small smile.
Together, Taylor and me, headed to our Foreign Language class.
We were silently eating dinner when my dad gulped.
We automatically turned to him.
"Jasper how was the training?" My dad asked on his normal voice. Strict, calm, confident.
"Getting harder everyday." Jasper answered with a frustrated voice.
I gave him a small smile. I pity Jasper. All Dad want for Jasper is for him to follow his footsteps. I bet Dad didn't even know Jasper really wants to be a doctor. I know that FBI training is hard, but when the respect and faith of your dad is at stake, it makes it worse.
"How was your day, Miley?" my dad asked, raising his voice a little.
I contemplated my answer for a moment.
Same old school? Check.
Same boring teachers? Check.
Same judgmental and different cliques? Check.
No other friends than Taylor? Check.
Nick Gray making my life hell? Check.
"Same old, same old" I answered with a frown.
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