Diamond in the rough
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CHAPTER 2 : first day of school
I woke up to an ice cold bedroom. "FUCK!" By the fact that no one told me to watch my language I guessed Charlie had already left for work. I turned to look at the alarm clock. It read six thirty. "FUCK!" still no one replied. I couldn't remember the last time I woke up so early even at Hogwarts.
I pulled myself out of the sheets and into the ice-cold air in my bedroom. The house was depressingly quiet. I pulled on my favourite pair of apple-bottom jeans and a cute pink and grey V-neck cardigan. My beanie matched the cardigan and my boots were the same colour grey.
I walked down the stairs and pick an up-and-go from the fridge. I didn't care how fucking early it was this house was depressing. I walked out the door a the cold air hit my bare face but the pain went away very quickly when I saw my new car. New wheels, new seats, new everything. I let out a scream and rushed over to my car. Typical Charlie had left the door unlocked and the keys in the ignition.
I got in and put all my shit on the passenger seat. I pulled the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway. I followed the map the Charlie had drawn for me. But if I hadn't noticed the sign I would have never thought the school was a school. There were heaps of different buildings it looked like apartments or a retirement home.
I pulled into the office car park and no one else was parked there so I guessed I wasn't supposed to. I walked into the office and the heater was radiating beautiful warm air. The receptionist looked up at me and her smile faded. Great she knows my mother.
"Hello Elizabeth," she put on a fake smile "I have your timetable here. And here's a map of the school hopefully You'll be able to find your way around. And here you go," she gave me a sheet of paper," have each of your teachers sign this, it just tells them your name and everything.
"Like there's anyone who won't know my name," I mumbled under my breath.
"What was that?" she asked truly innocently, she still had a plastic smile painted on her disgustingly pasty looking face. I felt like giving her a mousse tail but I fought back the urge.
"Nothing," I said, but it was obvious I was lying.
I walked out the door and the cold air hit me again. What a wonderful day this was going to be.
My first class was History in A block. It wasn't that hard to find it as there was a big A painted on the side. I walked into my class and everybody started staring at me and talking. If I hadn't heard them say my name I would have thought it was because I looked done up and they were in tacky $5 clothing. It wasn't my fault they hadn't discovered make-up.
I walked up to the front of the class and handed the teacher my slip. He signed it scowling at me. Fan-bloody-tastic already somebody hates me. He point to a seat near the back of the room. At least no one could stare at me if I was at the back. But somehow they found a way. The girl next to me was pasty like everyone else put had glamorous brunette curls bouncing down her shoulders. When I sat down she had introduced herself as Jessica.
Class went by quickly, I just kept looking down, I had studied the last year. As I walked out this guy introduced him self to him.
"Hi, you're Elizabeth, right?" He asked.
"Yes," I said not looking at him "but call me Liz."
"Okay Liz," he smiled, now that I looked at him he was alright nothing like LA boys but he had sandy blonde hair and dark blue eyes.
"So, what do you want?" I snapped, so much for not being a bitch.
"What do you have next?"
"English in B block."
"Same," he smiled "I'll take you."
"Fantastic," sarcasm was obvious.
"I'm Toby by the way."
After English I had Maths and the Jessica girl sat next to me again. This time I said hi and she ended up inviting me to sit with her at lunch. I bought a coke zero and a wrap. Everybody else sitting with us had fatty shit, It was disgusting. Everybody in the cafeteria was staring at us eating lunch. Except for a bunch of people sitting at the back of the room.
They were each beautiful, and the same, but different. There were three boys. The first one was blond and really muscled he looked gorgeous even if he had white skin and dark mysterious eyes. The second was tall and skinny but had some muscles, he had brown, ruffled hair with black eyes. The third and most definitely the hottest had black hair and match black eyes he was like a sex god, I would have never called him sexy a view years ago but now I found his mystery amazing. They sat with a girl who looked exactly like me but with pasty skin.
"Who are they?" I asked Jessica not taking my eyes off there table.
"That's Michael, Jacob, and Samantha," Jessica laughed at my interest with them.
"Who' the hottie with the black here?" I asked her inquisitively.
"That's Ryan," when Jessica said his name he turned to look at us. Jessica quickly turned away but I stayed look at me he caught my stare and held it until the blonde chick started talking to him.
"So what's the story?" I asked amazed by them.
"God your American," Jessica laughed," they're all adopted by the same guy, Dr Moody."
"God he's sexy."
"Don't be thinking you have a chance," Jessica smiled "he doesn't date."
"He hasn't met me," I laughed, see I can do this, I can be nice.
I walked into biology and gave my slip to the teacher.
"It's fantastic you'll be joining us this term miss Daniels." The teacher smiled.
"What's a term?" I asked pathetically. The whole class laughed at me.
"I believe you call it a semester in America." I just looked down at the ground my checks bright red. "Sit down next to Mr. Moody." I walked to the middle of the room and took a seat next to Ryan, god he was gorgeous. He stuck out his hand to greet me.
"I'm Ryan," he smiled.
"I'm Liz," I smiled back shaking his hand. Maybe this school wasn't going to be that bad.
~*~*~*~*~Authors Note~*~*~*~*~
I hope you like my story so far, it's one of my first stories on fanfiction so please tell me what you think, plus I know the characters personalities are a bit muddled but its better this way in the rest of my story trust me!
