Julie's POV
Ugh, school. Again. I hate my alarm clock soo much. I forgot to introduce  myself, my name Julie Williams and I am a senior in high school which means that this year I am going to graduate. Today is the first day back to school from summer holidays. Great.

Natalie's POV
No. Not again school. But realising that this year I am going to goddam graduate and won't have to go to this shitty school anymore makes me enormously happy.  By the way I am Natalie Boyle and I can say that I am finally a senior. Waking up is the most difficult and depressing part of live, trust me. I quickly got ready and ate breakfast. I texted Julie to see if she's ready
N: u ready?!
J: yep I just have to find my shoes
N: okay, I am driving today
J: okay fine, help me find my shoes!
N: ugh Julie hurry up!
J: oh wait never mind I found them
N: where were they?
J: beside the fridge
God she is a total idiot and mess. I grabbed my car keys and made my way over to Julie's house which was the neighborhood next to me. "Why the hell were your shoes beside the fridge" I said as I face palmed myself. "I don't have a clue" Julie said while laughing.

We arrived at the place called Hell aka school. And guess who was there? The fuckboi gang. Great way to start off your day. Ok let me give you a bit of information about the fuckboi gang. It consisted of, Blake Gray, Mark Thomas, Brandon Rowland and the worst of them all, Hunter Rowland. Whenever I say his name it's makes me cringe so much. They basically hook up with every dumb pretty girl in the school and go on to the next one. They are bloody awful and what is great that they are in most of our classes. Cool.

Julie's POV
We walked in to the school and got our locked combination, the first class for today was English. Ugh I hate English so much, maybe just because I am super crap at it and I can't even write a good story. And just to make it more like a hell, our old English teacher, Mr.Gibbons retired. He was a good and the funny type of teacher. Instead of doing classes he would talk about how his Father was fighting in World War Two. To me it was interesting, way better than English. He will be missed, especially by me and Natalie because he was kinda deaf so he would never hear us talk and laugh our asses off in the class. Now we will probably have some rude, fresh out of collage teacher. Terrible.

"So what's your fist class?" I asked Natalie. "English, how about you?" I looked down and at my timetable "English too" we saw our friend Francesca walking in. We both ran up to her and gave her a big hug. "Ok guys that's enough, let me go. I need air" "ok ok, fine" we both said and laughed. "So what is your first class?" Francesca asked. "English, what about you?" "English, so that means we have the same English class" at least that will make it less painful.

The bell for the first class rang. We had English with our new teacher, Mr.Dallas. Whoever the hell he is. Probably some new dumb teacher. We walked into his class. I looked up at him. Wow he was kind of good looking. Okay let's  not lie here, he is burning hot. "Girls your late for class, which means you have after school detention" he said while looking at us, he looked quite mad.

Natalie's POV
Wow, detention on the first day back. How awesome, note the sarcasm. We got into our seats and took down some notes which were on the board. I looked at Julie and somehow she was looking at the teacher and not at the notes. "You okay there?" I quietly asked. "Yeah sure" she said while still looking at him, what a weirdo. She definitely has a crush. And I also noticed Francesca looking, more like staring at Brandon. This was just weird. The bell rang and we got out of the class. "Don't forget about our detention today girls" Mr.Dallas said, we just nodded and dashed off.

Sorry for such a crap chapter, but it is always hard to start a book. Thank you for reading and stay tuned for more🌸🌸🌸🌸
J&N