Persuit of Happiness
The New Kid
"Makenna! Are you ready?" My brother called up the stairs.
"In a minute!" I yelled back. I gave my hair one more brush then ran down the steps. Only to trip on the last step.
"Smooth..." My brother nodded at me as I layed on the floor.
"Makenna! What happened?!" Mum ran in.
"Harry pushed me down." I glared.
"Yeah. She's going to believe you when you're a total cluts." Harry shook his head.
"Oh, shut up." I layed on my back.
"Sister! Get up! We're going to be late!" Harry whined.
I held out my arms. He took them and yanked me up.
"Bye Mum." We both said in unison and kissed one of her cheeks at the same time.
"Bye kids, you have fun." She waved.
We went off to Harry's car.
Harry Styles is my older brother. Well, not really. But then again, yeah. We were born the same year! Just not the same time. He's in Febuary. I'm in December. My Mum got pregnant with me shortly after Harry was born they"just couldn't wait to have another sibling for Gemma"! Now tell me how Mum somehow got Harry and I to be in the same grade? I'll never know how. Gemma says Mum hypnotized them. I never got held back though. Everyday I got to be with my best friend. Mum got us to have all of the same classes. Harry and I were very close. He's very protective of me because I'm his baby sister.
"Did you study for Ms.Hill's test?" He asked.
"Since when did I study?" I shook my head.
That's one of the differences with us. Harry's into doing good at school, I for one could care less.
"Makenna." He shook his head and groaned.
I smirked.
"Don't you want to do good?" He asked.
"I don't care." I sighed. "I don't see how someone can even like school."
"I don't like school. I just tolerate it." He explained.
"Right. Right. Because there's a huge difference." I nodded as we pulled into the high school parking lot.
Harry hadn't even put the car into park when someone knocked on my window. I opened it.
"Hey Louis!" I yelled.
He bent down and hugged me.
This is Louis Tomlinson, Harry's best friend.
"Where's Liam and Niall?" I asked.
"Eating breakfast in the cafateria." He explained.
"Louis!" Harry came around and did a handshake with him.
I got my backpack and straightened out my skirt.
"I fucking hate school uniforms." I sneered to the two.
"Tell me about it." They said at the same time and both straightened their ties.
We walked into the building. Harry wrapped a protective around me as we went down the halls and Louis was blabbering about the football game they had played last night.
"Hello boys!" I sat down at the table.
"Sup?" Niall replied with a giant mouth full of cereal.
"Um..." I felt a bit disgusted.
"You're not going to eat?" Harry asked.
I shook my head.
"You're looking a bit boney." He poked my side.
I smacked his hand away. "Stop it!"
People pasted by and constantly said their goodmornings to Harry and I.
Needless to say, we were very well known. Apparently our parents had the most attractive children in the history of man kind.
"Hey Makenna." A boy winked.
"Back the fuck off." Harry spat.
The guy walked away. I looked at Harry with wide eyes and my mouth was dropped to the floor.
"But he- Harry-I-He-THAT KID WAS CUTE!" I smacked his arm.
"Hey, no one is good enough for my little sister." He chuckled.
"You're going to die a virgin." Louis chuckled.
"You can't die with something you don't have." I replied.
Harry looked at me.
"Don't tell me you've never had sex before." I laughed at him.
"I have but you're my little sister! You're not supposed to have sex! You're too young!" He spat.
"We're the same age." I shook my head.
Harry put his head on the table. "My sister is ruined. Ruined I say! No longer is she pure! Somebody take her to the church and have her cleaned!" It came out a muffled mess.
I pulled his hair. "Motherfucker."
He groaned and pulled my hair back.
"Stop!" I yelled.
He yanked it again.
We then went back and fourth.
That is, until someone cleared their voice.
"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't the Styles' children." The woman smirked.
"G-goodmorning Mrs.Jefferson." We both said in unison.
Mrs.Jefferson was about 65, grey hair that was pulled into a nice and neat bun, big brimmed glasses and the dean of the school.
"I won't need to take you guys to the office. Do I?" She asked.
Yeah, Harry was a good student but that's only in grades. He talks so much and skips class. We both get into trouble a lot.
"Not today." Harry answered.
She raised a bushy eyebrow. "I better not see any of that again. I don't care if you two are related, keep your hands off of each other."
As soon as she turned away, I smacked Harry playfully.
"You bitch!" He gasped.
I laughed.
Mrs.Jefferson then looked back. We stopped laughing and looked at the others.
"So, politics." Harry nodded.
The others kept in their laughter as Mrs.Jefferson came back.
"Enough you two." She spat.
The bell rang. We both stood up.
"Well, it was nice speaking to you, Mrs.Jefferson." I nodded.
"I'm watching you two." She glared.
We all walked away.
"How are you guys NOT scared of her!? Have you not seen the mole on her upper lip?!" Louis questioned.
"She's not that scary." I shook my head.
Harry and I went to our lockers that were right next to each other.
"Harry, do you think people get jelous of you?" I asked
"What are you talking about?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Your locker is next to the most attractive person to ever walk the planet!" I flipped my hair.
"Well. Suzy is quite the looker." He nodded to the locker on the other side.
I smacked his arm. "I hate you!"
"I'm your brother! You don't hate me!" He laughed.
"You're right." I hugged him. "I wuv you, Hazza."
He smirked. "Love you too, Kenna."
We walked to class and took our seats. Sadly, the teacher had separated us because we are both a "distraction" to each other. It's not my fault. He threw a wad of paper at me and told me to do something about it. So I punched him.
"Now, class. We have a new student." The teacher clapped.
We all turned from our conversations except for Harry and I who were shouting across the room.
"Makenna Styles, if you do not stop talking to your brother this instance, I'm giving you detention!" She yelled and smacked a ruler onto my desk.
I turned to her and scoffed. "He was talking too!"
"Don't make me give the both of you double detention." She narrowed her eyes.
I put my hands up in self defence.
"As I was saying, this is Zayn Malik. He's recently moved here from Bradford." She explained.
"Hello.." He muttered and smiled.
"Zayn. Your seat is going to be next to Ms.Styles. I'm sorry. It's the only seat I have." She explained.
"Hey, we're going to have fun! I'm a party!" I yelled.
"Deten-"
"Alright! I'll stop talking!" I groaned and tapped the desk with my finger nails.
The kid next to me.
"Hello, I'm Makenna Styles. I'm Ms.Richy's favorite student." I giggled.
"Hello." I muttered.
"Eh.. The quiet kind." I turned back to the front. "Can I sit by my brother?" I raised my hand.
"No and if you say another word, I'm calling your mother!" Ms.Richy yelled.
"Man, never seen her that red." I whispered.
"That's it! Michael, you're incharge!" She yelled then left the room.
"Aaayyeee!! Party time!" I got up.
"Makenna!" Harry groaned.
"Oh..." Kids mumbled.
"Not my fault she's on her period!" I yelled.
"Ugh. Mum's gonna kill you." He covered his face. "We're not related anymore."
"Hazza!" I ran over and hugged him.
He shrugged me off.
"She's comming back!" Michael yelled.
This Michael kid was always put in charge because when Ms.Richy came back, we were quiet. But really, he just told us when she was comming back.
I sat in my seat and crossed my legs. Ms.Richy came back.
"You have lunch detention." She yelled.
Dammit.
"I'm sorry, Ms.Richy. Maybe I can be a better student and set the perfect example for our new student!" I grinned.
"Doubt it." She turned around.
I sighed and zoned out. When the bell rung, I jumped out of my seat and was the first one out the door, no hesitation.
"Makenna!" Harry yelled.
"Oh, you're not going to do this now." I crossed my arms.
"You need to stop that!" He scolded.
"I was just playing! Ms.Richy needs to take that stick out of her ass and take a joke." I laughed. "Common, it was funny."
"I'm just tired of Mum getting called." He explained.
I looked around. "Hey, Zayn!"
The kid looked at me. I walked over.
"Where are you going next?" I asked and took the paper out of his hands.
Harry ran up. "Sorry, my sister is a bit.... Let's just say I'm the normal one."
Zayn chuckled. I playfully smacked his arm. "Don't laugh. That's not a good thing." I stared a bit more. "Hey, we have the same schedual!"
"Cool." Zayn nodded.
"Common, you can hang with us." I linked arms with him.
Harry cut through with a chuckle.
"Yeah, you can hang with my friends and I." He said.
Zayn nodded once again.
I groaned. Quiet kids. What are you supposed to do with them?
"In a minute!" I yelled back. I gave my hair one more brush then ran down the steps. Only to trip on the last step.
"Smooth..." My brother nodded at me as I layed on the floor.
"Makenna! What happened?!" Mum ran in.
"Harry pushed me down." I glared.
"Yeah. She's going to believe you when you're a total cluts." Harry shook his head.
"Oh, shut up." I layed on my back.
"Sister! Get up! We're going to be late!" Harry whined.
I held out my arms. He took them and yanked me up.
"Bye Mum." We both said in unison and kissed one of her cheeks at the same time.
"Bye kids, you have fun." She waved.
We went off to Harry's car.
Harry Styles is my older brother. Well, not really. But then again, yeah. We were born the same year! Just not the same time. He's in Febuary. I'm in December. My Mum got pregnant with me shortly after Harry was born they"just couldn't wait to have another sibling for Gemma"! Now tell me how Mum somehow got Harry and I to be in the same grade? I'll never know how. Gemma says Mum hypnotized them. I never got held back though. Everyday I got to be with my best friend. Mum got us to have all of the same classes. Harry and I were very close. He's very protective of me because I'm his baby sister.
"Did you study for Ms.Hill's test?" He asked.
"Since when did I study?" I shook my head.
That's one of the differences with us. Harry's into doing good at school, I for one could care less.
"Makenna." He shook his head and groaned.
I smirked.
"Don't you want to do good?" He asked.
"I don't care." I sighed. "I don't see how someone can even like school."
"I don't like school. I just tolerate it." He explained.
"Right. Right. Because there's a huge difference." I nodded as we pulled into the high school parking lot.
Harry hadn't even put the car into park when someone knocked on my window. I opened it.
"Hey Louis!" I yelled.
He bent down and hugged me.
This is Louis Tomlinson, Harry's best friend.
"Where's Liam and Niall?" I asked.
"Eating breakfast in the cafateria." He explained.
"Louis!" Harry came around and did a handshake with him.
I got my backpack and straightened out my skirt.
"I fucking hate school uniforms." I sneered to the two.
"Tell me about it." They said at the same time and both straightened their ties.
We walked into the building. Harry wrapped a protective around me as we went down the halls and Louis was blabbering about the football game they had played last night.
"Hello boys!" I sat down at the table.
"Sup?" Niall replied with a giant mouth full of cereal.
"Um..." I felt a bit disgusted.
"You're not going to eat?" Harry asked.
I shook my head.
"You're looking a bit boney." He poked my side.
I smacked his hand away. "Stop it!"
People pasted by and constantly said their goodmornings to Harry and I.
Needless to say, we were very well known. Apparently our parents had the most attractive children in the history of man kind.
"Hey Makenna." A boy winked.
"Back the fuck off." Harry spat.
The guy walked away. I looked at Harry with wide eyes and my mouth was dropped to the floor.
"But he- Harry-I-He-THAT KID WAS CUTE!" I smacked his arm.
"Hey, no one is good enough for my little sister." He chuckled.
"You're going to die a virgin." Louis chuckled.
"You can't die with something you don't have." I replied.
Harry looked at me.
"Don't tell me you've never had sex before." I laughed at him.
"I have but you're my little sister! You're not supposed to have sex! You're too young!" He spat.
"We're the same age." I shook my head.
Harry put his head on the table. "My sister is ruined. Ruined I say! No longer is she pure! Somebody take her to the church and have her cleaned!" It came out a muffled mess.
I pulled his hair. "Motherfucker."
He groaned and pulled my hair back.
"Stop!" I yelled.
He yanked it again.
We then went back and fourth.
That is, until someone cleared their voice.
"Well. Well. Well. If it isn't the Styles' children." The woman smirked.
"G-goodmorning Mrs.Jefferson." We both said in unison.
Mrs.Jefferson was about 65, grey hair that was pulled into a nice and neat bun, big brimmed glasses and the dean of the school.
"I won't need to take you guys to the office. Do I?" She asked.
Yeah, Harry was a good student but that's only in grades. He talks so much and skips class. We both get into trouble a lot.
"Not today." Harry answered.
She raised a bushy eyebrow. "I better not see any of that again. I don't care if you two are related, keep your hands off of each other."
As soon as she turned away, I smacked Harry playfully.
"You bitch!" He gasped.
I laughed.
Mrs.Jefferson then looked back. We stopped laughing and looked at the others.
"So, politics." Harry nodded.
The others kept in their laughter as Mrs.Jefferson came back.
"Enough you two." She spat.
The bell rang. We both stood up.
"Well, it was nice speaking to you, Mrs.Jefferson." I nodded.
"I'm watching you two." She glared.
We all walked away.
"How are you guys NOT scared of her!? Have you not seen the mole on her upper lip?!" Louis questioned.
"She's not that scary." I shook my head.
Harry and I went to our lockers that were right next to each other.
"Harry, do you think people get jelous of you?" I asked
"What are you talking about?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Your locker is next to the most attractive person to ever walk the planet!" I flipped my hair.
"Well. Suzy is quite the looker." He nodded to the locker on the other side.
I smacked his arm. "I hate you!"
"I'm your brother! You don't hate me!" He laughed.
"You're right." I hugged him. "I wuv you, Hazza."
He smirked. "Love you too, Kenna."
We walked to class and took our seats. Sadly, the teacher had separated us because we are both a "distraction" to each other. It's not my fault. He threw a wad of paper at me and told me to do something about it. So I punched him.
"Now, class. We have a new student." The teacher clapped.
We all turned from our conversations except for Harry and I who were shouting across the room.
"Makenna Styles, if you do not stop talking to your brother this instance, I'm giving you detention!" She yelled and smacked a ruler onto my desk.
I turned to her and scoffed. "He was talking too!"
"Don't make me give the both of you double detention." She narrowed her eyes.
I put my hands up in self defence.
"As I was saying, this is Zayn Malik. He's recently moved here from Bradford." She explained.
"Hello.." He muttered and smiled.
"Zayn. Your seat is going to be next to Ms.Styles. I'm sorry. It's the only seat I have." She explained.
"Hey, we're going to have fun! I'm a party!" I yelled.
"Deten-"
"Alright! I'll stop talking!" I groaned and tapped the desk with my finger nails.
The kid next to me.
"Hello, I'm Makenna Styles. I'm Ms.Richy's favorite student." I giggled.
"Hello." I muttered.
"Eh.. The quiet kind." I turned back to the front. "Can I sit by my brother?" I raised my hand.
"No and if you say another word, I'm calling your mother!" Ms.Richy yelled.
"Man, never seen her that red." I whispered.
"That's it! Michael, you're incharge!" She yelled then left the room.
"Aaayyeee!! Party time!" I got up.
"Makenna!" Harry groaned.
"Oh..." Kids mumbled.
"Not my fault she's on her period!" I yelled.
"Ugh. Mum's gonna kill you." He covered his face. "We're not related anymore."
"Hazza!" I ran over and hugged him.
He shrugged me off.
"She's comming back!" Michael yelled.
This Michael kid was always put in charge because when Ms.Richy came back, we were quiet. But really, he just told us when she was comming back.
I sat in my seat and crossed my legs. Ms.Richy came back.
"You have lunch detention." She yelled.
Dammit.
"I'm sorry, Ms.Richy. Maybe I can be a better student and set the perfect example for our new student!" I grinned.
"Doubt it." She turned around.
I sighed and zoned out. When the bell rung, I jumped out of my seat and was the first one out the door, no hesitation.
"Makenna!" Harry yelled.
"Oh, you're not going to do this now." I crossed my arms.
"You need to stop that!" He scolded.
"I was just playing! Ms.Richy needs to take that stick out of her ass and take a joke." I laughed. "Common, it was funny."
"I'm just tired of Mum getting called." He explained.
I looked around. "Hey, Zayn!"
The kid looked at me. I walked over.
"Where are you going next?" I asked and took the paper out of his hands.
Harry ran up. "Sorry, my sister is a bit.... Let's just say I'm the normal one."
Zayn chuckled. I playfully smacked his arm. "Don't laugh. That's not a good thing." I stared a bit more. "Hey, we have the same schedual!"
"Cool." Zayn nodded.
"Common, you can hang with us." I linked arms with him.
Harry cut through with a chuckle.
"Yeah, you can hang with my friends and I." He said.
Zayn nodded once again.
I groaned. Quiet kids. What are you supposed to do with them?
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