Manners

I had always been quiet. Quiet when I was a baby. Quiet while at school. It never occurred me that I would like someone quite as loud as Louis.

I'm a foster child, a particularly lucky one in fact. My foster mom, Lila, is very kind and very rich, she has many foster children scattered all around the U. S. and spoils us rotten. We each have our own house and as wonderful as that sounds, it's not, especially for me.

She has a system, all the younger children live with the older, and when they're fourteen, they get their own house. I've had several lovely children (I think she favors me and gives me the nice ones) but now that I'm a senior, I'm "privileged" to live alone.

But I don't find an empty house very appealing. All the others love it, they take advantage and have parties every night. I'd much rather read a large book. I think I know why I have the biggest house out of all my siblings now.

It all began on the first day of school, at Cape Cod Academy. I had walked in through the double doors and noticed a large crowd of students blocking the hallways. As I tried walking around the crowd, I noticed five boys that I had never seen before, standing in the center. Great, just what this school needs, more guys. The ratio of boys to girls is 2:1. I'm not joking. There are 381 students in my year, you do the math.

All the girls love it though, they can pretty much date two guys at once because all of them are so desperate for a girl. I sighed dramatically, wishing I could date. It's one of my biggest secrets - I tend to have a crush on every cute guy, I can't help it; I'm a romantic. I shook my head.

"Get yourself together Giselle, you know they'd never fall for someone like you," I thought rather sadly.

I made my way to first period (apparently there is no homeroom in private schools) and settled myself comfortably into the only class where I belong, English. I was in Honors English, but the talent of the English language is apparently a talent that everyone in Cape Cod shares. Meaning, the class is over crowded.

Fortunately, the teacher is exceptional and he favors me (but they all do) and always let's me choose my seat. I decided this year, I wouldn't sit in the back corner like usual and sat in the middle row. I closed my eyes and breathed in the familiar scent of lavender and coffee, a strange combination, but the room reeks of it, so people grow to enjoy it (or despise it). But I've found it rather comforting.

I heard the bell ring, the shuffling of feet, and smelled the stench of B. O. Although this school provides air conditioning, that doesn't stop people from sweating like hogs and leaving uncomfortably warm seats. This was one of those rare times where I actually wish I was in my house, alone.

I scarcely heard Mr. Johnson giving seat arrangements; I was in a daze due to the overwhelming aroma, and was unaware of the beautiful boy who was ordered to sit beside me. I heard someone talking and I blinked several times, confused. I focused my eyes on someone and my mouth hung open.

"Close your mouth love, you might catch a fly." The flawless boy to my right said and I blushed deeply, my heart thumped at an uneven pace. He smiled kindly at me, giving me his full attention. It was obvious that he had never been here before because of his cute British accent and guys like him, or any guys at all, treat me like a disease.

"Sorry, I think I was daydreaming, I'm not sure what came over me." I blabbed, then cringed. Why did you say you were daydreaming, Giselle?

"No problem love, I'm used to it." He grinned gorgeously and I swear, I could've melted into a puddle from how much he made me blush. I managed to pry my eyes away from his hypnotizing orbs and watch Mr. Johnson make his annual introduction of his rules and regulations.

"Good morning class!" Shouted Mr. Johnson.

"Good morning Mr. Johnson," the class replied.

"Now, I would like to start our first day of school with some rules. Some, may think of these as only guidelines, but these are crucial for an A. The most common way that people fail this class is their lack of participation and effort. So, every day, at the beginning of class, we will always start with a "Good morning Mr. Johnson. "Everyone comprehend my English?" everyone nodded, oblivious to how rude and sarcastic he was being.

"I had about half of you last year and I hope they all still have their instruction manual from last year? Everyone who has theirs now, raise your hand!" He nodded, satisfied that everyone who was in his class kept his precious rules sheet. Someone would have to be extremely stupid if they didn't bring it class, Mr. Johnson would throw a tantrum and torture you for the entire hour.

"Those of you who don't have one, will take a test at the end of the month. You will recite all the rules in order, in front of the class, using the exact words. And if you don't bring this paper to class everyday or forget to, you will be forced to copy them down on a paper for the entire class period and other consequences that we're not going to discuss at the moment. No exceptions or excuses."

"As for the test, only one, very fine lady has managed to recite all the rules in order, perfectly and she received the finest honor in this school... my admiration. " Everyone turned to glare at me and I slowly slid low into my seat, letting my hair cover my face, hoping that no one could see it, tomato red.

I loved being the only student ever to be able to recite Mr. Johnson's list of rules, but everyone sincerely hates me for it. You might think it's impossible for someone to have no friends. But I'm good at being rejected for some idiotic reason. Well, there are several reasons but most of them aren't good reasons, at least in my opinion.

1. I'm a foster child
2. I prefer reading over parties
3. I don't wear any make up
4. I don't attend school dances
5. I don't drink or smoke
6. I'm not good at anything except English
7. I don't have any friends outside of school (nor inside)
8. I'm a "goody two-shoes"

So as you can see, everyone at school doesn't like me for no good reason at all. Well... there might be one good reason. But that's the past, I'm a good person, but I've never had a real friend. I guess I'll just have to forget about my lifetime dream of actually sitting in the lunchroom and just be grateful that Mr. Johnson is letting me eat in his room.

Alone

Notes

Yay! I'm so happy this story is up! I've been writing chapters for this story since November! I really hope you all enjoy it as much as I do!

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-Louistomlinson

P. S. The story is placed in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, U. S. And the boy Giselle is crushing over is obviously Louis.