"y/n, y/n!" You hear your mum yelling at you. You open your tierd eyes and stare around the room, you stare at the pictures on your wall, memories flooding back like a wave of sadness.

You moved to London a few weeks ago and are starting your new school today. You yell at your mum saying that you are getting ready. The school lets you wear whatever you want so you Chuck on a twenty øne piløts top, blue ripped jeans, a grey zip up hoodie and battered black converse. You put your contacts in and do some netural makeup before brushing your short/Medium/long y/h/c hair.

You rush downstairs and grab the last piece of toast, shove it in your mouth, drink some Apple Juice and grab your old black bag, shoving books in as you do so. On your way out you bump into your older brother (for the purpose of the story you have an older brother) Owen.

"Ugh, your so emo!"he says after staring at you.

You ignore him and run past him, grabbing your phone and ear phones as you do so. You run out of the door and just make it in time for the bus. You look around for a place to sit. Not at the front cause that's were the weirdos sit and not at the back because that's were the cool kids sit. You sit in the middle close to the back next to a girl who looked about the same age as yours you smile at her and then put your earphones in and listen to American Idiot by green Day.

You enter your first class, maths. You look around in search of a seat, theres one next to a boy with black hair and blue eyes. He notices you and smiles and then goes back to talking to his friend. The boy is wearing a blue button up shirt, jeans and green converse and the boy next to him, who has brown hair and brown eyes, is wearing a black top, black jeans, black zip up hoodie and black converse.

You sit next to the blue eyed boy and grab your pencil case...