Penelope's pov:

Honey, me and Archie walked towards the building after having a long chat. Mr bowie greeted us by the gate. His grey hair was thin and scruffy.

He had a suit and tie on. "Good morning year eight's!" He knew we were year eights because of our ties. "Morning Mr bowie." We mumbled walking past him towards the quieter part of the yard.

"Ugh another boring day of school ." I complained to myself. Honey and Archie were too busy complimenting each other. Then they started to kiss. I just stared at them disgusted.

"Hello! Earth to Archie and honey! You're making out in the corner of the yard!" I said to them but they just ignored me.

"It's not a challenge to see how long you can make out or how quick you can make me throw up😖." I said but it was like I was speaking to myself.

I sighed and sat down on a bench and grabbed my phone out of my blazer. I tried to watch tik tok but wifi signal was so bad at school. So I put my phone away deciding not to waste any more battery.

I glanced over at the lovebirds. They weren't there anymore. I looked around then I spotted them. They were still making out behind a tree. Change of scenery I guess. I decided to scare them hoping they would stop.

I creeped over to them then I shouted "Boo!" They jumped apart in fright. But Archie jumped a little too much and he fell onto his ass. Me and Honey were laughing while he was trying to get grass stains off his trousers.

"And that's how you separate desperate lovebirds. Like it's 8 in the morning. Do it later. Oh and get a room not a wall or tree." I said.

"Ok ok we get it." Archie said smiling, then the bell rang so we had to go inside. Honey helped Archie up then we walked inside the building.

I was hoping I wouldn't see him. The one who broke my heart. Then I saw him holding hands with a blonde bitch called Susan. Well I think that's her name.

They were laughing and gossiping like weirdos. I glared at him. If your wondering who 'he' is he is Jake Underwood. He broke up with me when I was 11.

That traitor. I thought it was true love but he broke my heart so I guess it wasn't. I was nothing but good to him but he still broke up with me.

I thought maybe I wasn't good enough for anyone. So I just stopped dating. Now I was 13 and I learned from my mistakes. I stopped glaring at him and ran to my class. English.

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