We All Have Past's, Some Better Than Others!

Mona's POV.

The bell rings which signalled the next period than home. I grabbed my backpack and binder than walked to my next class. I rushed to room 600. I ran into the class and sat in the only seat open, Which was by... Zayn Malik. I hated him after one day.

The bell rang to let us know that class was about to start. I got out my paper and mechanical pencil. Cause I'll be writing notes this period


Mrs. Gomez came rushing in. As Nash closed the door. He went and sat by me on the other side.

"Hello class I'm Mrs. Gomez, Please get out a paper and pencil. Then I want five paragraphs describing your life. It'll be due by the end of the period. You may start" she says.

I start writing. I stretch a little to see Zayn staring at me. I get back to writing. And finish.

All I had to talk about was my brother Ethan. How my mum died. My dad, And of course Vanessa and My step mum and how I lived in California. And when my dad moved to England for more money.

Than it ends there. I stand up and turn it into the teacher and listen to music for the rest of class.

The bell rings. And Zayn follows me out.

"What the hell do you want?" I ask.

"There's something about you... I just can't get it out of my head." He replys.

"Go figure it out somewhere else." I answer walking away.

"But..." He says before I am to far.

I walk to the car to meet with Vanessa and I see her. I get in the car And await for another hell like day.

Notes

Hi it's Mo. I'm sorry I didn't update. But here's one.

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~Mona