Celine
I walk to my first lesson alone. Amy left as soon as the bell rang, much to my delight. She also didn't try talk to me again which is a relief in itself. She's annoying and radiates with desperation.
I have maths. The teacher quickly tells me to sit at the back, and I do, finding myself beside a blonde boy with bright blue eyes. He looks a bit like Joey, and it makes me want to cry. I face away from him, and he doesn't try to talk to me until we're told to work on the sheet together.
"The first one is seventy-six." He murmurs.
"I know." I say.
I pull my phone out of my blazer pocket, then click onto the first contact, not looking at the name of it before typing out:
ME: This school sucs willy.
I check what I've typed it on—their family group chat. I knew it'd be either that or one of them, since I don't message other people, mostly due to the lack of people to talk to.
JULIEN: [skull emoji]
ME: Some girl is stering at me. Think she's ploting my murder.
I meet the girls eye and glare. She scowls at me before looking away. I smile victoriously.
ME: She had beedy eyes and all.
NICOLAS: Do you want me to call the police?
ME: I think it's neoliberal.
NICOLAS: What?
ME: Nessecary.
ME: Necesarry.
ME: U know what I mean.
MATTEO: Hated school.
ME: U where going on about how much u live ut yetsretsay.
ME: Yesterday**
MATTEO: Yeah. I was trying to make you feel better.
ME: Didn't work.
ADRIEN: Celine, you didn't take your lunch.
ME: Ok? Not hungry anyways.
The teacher starts walking around the class, so I put my phone away and don't talk for the rest of the lesson.
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Science goes the same way. I don't make any friends, but I didn't really expect to. I don't like anyone in my classes, and they don't seem to like me either.
By the time break comes around, I decide to stay in the toilets for the excruciatingly long fifteen minutes. I pull my phone out again, clicking onto their family group chat.
ME: This school still sucs Willy.
NICOLAS: Stop saying Willy.
ME: Make me [angry emoji]
NICOLAS: Get off your phone in school, kid. Go play with your friends.
ME: Whatevzzzzz. U reak anyway. Can smell u thru the screne xx
I turn my phone off, frowning. What am I supposed to do now?
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Teen FictionCeline Monet has lived alone with her mother ever since she was five, when her parents got a divorce and only one won custody over her. But finally, eight years later, her father wins shared custody. After moving across the country and settling...
