'Thank you Rosa,' I said as I took my money from the side and left to go to school. Tony took me to school as well and we left. The school was 20 minutes away from my house so we left at 8:15 so I had 45 minutes to get there. Tony pulled up to a grand, red brick building that was build in the 1700's some time. The gates were grand and the uniforms impeccable. I thanked Tony and left the car. I had my new Ted Baker bag on my arm, and my new Alexander McQueen ballet flats on, with the school's dress code, a black pencil skirt for the girls, a white blouse and a burgundy blazer with the school logo.

The uniform was pretty stylish for a school uniform. I strolled up to the front doors. Everyone turned to look at me. I was Head Girl and everyone knew my name. I was the richest person at the school, beating all my teachers and peers. I headed to front office to get my timetable.
'Victoria, here you go,' the receptionist said as she handed me a piece of paper. I mentally groaned as I realised I had history first. My worst subject. I hated it. I was going to fail badly. I left the front lobby and headed to the first floor humanities department where the history room was. I noticed my best friend, Annie had the same class as me. I walked over and kissed her twice on the cheeks, once on each.

Everyone greeted each other that way in Chelsea. The caretaker opened the door and we all filed in, waiting to find out who our history teacher was. Me and Annie sat at the back, as far away from the front as possible. That way I could paint my nails without being caught out. I was a rebel without cause, a bad girl that hadn't been caught. Yes, that was me. I noticed a figure walk in through the door frame, but I didn't really properly look. I didn't realise who it was until I heard his voice.
'I'm so I'm late guys. I'm Mr Styles your new history teacher.' Oh shit a brick. Harry was here. And he was my new teacher.