A/N McKinley's bay window/balcony thing above

McKinley's POV

Do you, Tom Holland, take McKinley Dallas to be your co-star in the next Spiderman/Avengers movie and to be your girlfriend?

I do.
McKinley Dallas, do you take Tom Holland to-
Beep, beep, beep BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!I
I was awoken from my dream as a horrible sound hit me.
Stupid alarm. Always helpin' me get to school on time. Argh.
I got up, stretching my arms. Both my parents were at work, my mom was a nurse and my dad was a doctor. They meet in medical school and fell into each other's arms instantly. It's sweet, really. 

I decided that it was waffle time, so I finally rolled out of bed and plopped two Eggo chocolate chip waffles into the toaster. Yummy! Waffles is like heaven on earth. They are the best things ever. You all know how I was dreaming about Mr. Holland? Let's just go ahead and replace him with waffles.
So, now that we got that cleared up, I heard a ding. Yes, the ever so satisfying ding of the toaster is done toasting. I grabbed them both and stuffed them in my mouth, which made me choke. But I didn't die, so that's good. 

I then headed up to my room to get dressed, because I had showered the night before. I love my room, it has a big door that leads to a bay window/balcony thing. But it's perfect for reading. I got dressed in a loose-ish, short sleeved, Carolina blue shirt and a white jean skirt. I put my white converse on because I don't need Burkenstocks. I can't even afford the real ones! I keep my hair down, but since my hair is damp, I dry it, but just right, and the golden shimmer in my hair is on fleek! I look good. Not decent-good, but actual good! 

I was satisfied with how I look, and I walked over to my bed and got my phone. My parents had allowed me to go to the school that man had suggested, and I decided I would try it out. But I was a little worried because I also wanted to play soccer, not just sing. But since soccer tryouts weren't until next week, it was all good. But singing lessons started today. I was really happy since my car had arrived. It was a Mercedes, a white one, and one of the old cars that had the seats in the back that faced the windows. 

I loved it to pieces. I kissed my dog, Dublin (he's an Irish setter), then skipped out the door. As I fixed my black Raybans in the rearview mirror, I realized that I only had thirty minutes to get to school. I swiftly turned on the ignition and backed out of the driveway and turned on the radio. Taylor Swift's "Stay, Stay, Stay" came on, and my eyes lit up with joy.

"Cause I heard you should never leave a fight unresolved," I sang in my apparently 'angelic' voice.
"Then you came in wearing your soccer cleats-" I like to replace football helmet with soccer cleats because I'm a soccer person. Just a fact.
"-and said okay let's talk," I turned the radio down as I pulled up to the parking lot. The school was nice and had big, large windows. It was white, and kind of looked like the Whitehouse.

I got out of my car and skipped up the steps, my hair flowing ever so slightly in the wind. It felt like a movie, and to be honest, I didn't like it. I opened the door and quietly walk in when a soccer ball is flying towards my head. I instantly bump it up against my head and bounce it upwards, then locking it under my foot. Everyone stares at me, and I pick up the soccer ball.

"Um...mind telling me who in the world's soccer ball this is?" Everyone just kept staring, some giving off a nervous look.
"Fine. I guess I'll keep it since all of y'all are as quiet as the winter evenings!" I huffed, grabbing the soccer ball. As I lift my face up, I see green eyes. And a smirk.
"Darlin' if you wanted an autograph for eBay, you could be just asked," The smirk became larger, and backed away. I took in the boy, his reddish-brown hair, his fair skin, his soccer shirt, and his amazing- I mean annoying, green eyes. I scowled.

"Who are you, Lionel Messi? Because last time I checked he had charm," I bit back a laugh, and he was the one to scowl. Yes, I know, it wasn't that great of an insult, but the way he scowls is the funny part. It looks like he's trying to copy Popeye! Whispers flew through the air about how this kid was apparently "The amazing Brady Dallas." So that's who this hotshot is!
"How'd you end up with my soccer ball?" He glared at me like I just murdered the President. I grabbed a kids phone because I knew everyone had videotaped it. His eyebrows rose as he saw my moves.
"I could do better. Learned that when I was six," he sniggered. I rolled my eyes.
"Four," I responded and left him, his eyes burning through my back. Everyone just stood there for like, five straight minutes, Like zombies.
The apocalypse: it's officially announced! I giggled to myself, as I walked joyfully to my next class. 

I felt great, awesome even. As I walked to class, I could feel this weird knot in my stomach, almost as if I had butterflies in my stomach. Then imagine the butterflies were at war. After that, imagine that the butterflies were actually frogs hopping up and down with spears because they're fighting a huge war. That is how my stomach felt right now, but I figured I was just nervous about my first day here, so I just dismissed it and walked into my next classroom.