The Sign of the Times(#1)

"Writer's note- This is based on a very serious true story and on no account should it be taken as a joke.

"Olivia! Wake up! You don't want to be late for the first day of school!" I heard mom's booming from downstairs. Groaning, I snuggled into my blankets further, not wanting to face the day ahead of me.

It was going to be bad, anyway.

"Olivia! Did you not hear me? Get up right now!" Mom's voice was closer this time, somewhere near my ears. I opened my eyelids to see mom's red eyed right above me!

"Ahhhh!" I screamed, scrambled backward, scared out of my mind.

Then I released that mom did not have red eyes. I was just losing it. Rolling my eyes, I confirmed that mom's eyes were the same green they'd always been before sighing and walking to my bathroom.

I brushed my yellow teeth and changed them to sparkling white, had a bath to take of all the dirt and grime, before looking at myself in the mirror.

The face that stared back was so ugly, I thought sadly. I had a pair of emerald green doe shaped eyes, a straight nose, and the full lips I had inherited from my mother. My eyebrows were arched and thin, and my hair was in dark, long waves. I had an olive skin tone as I was half italian.

I hated how I looked. I was so disgusted that I couldn't bear to see my hideous face any longer. I put on a pair of grey sweatpants and one of my favourite oversized hoodies I had worn for the past three consecutive days before grabbing my school bag and going down.

I didn't like dressing up. I wasn't like the other girls. I couldn't be bothered to brush my hair so I just combed it with my fingers as I grabbed a piece of the chocolate cake my mom was famous for making.

Mmm, it was just finger lickin' good.

I didn't care about my weight or looks. I mean, who even notices? It's obviously personality that matters.

I grabbed the keys to my mercedes benz car that I had got for my 16th birthday before kissing my mom goodbye.

Sitting in the driving seat, I drove off as I blasted old rock music.

Unlike the other girls, I was an old soul, and appreciated the 90's music.

I rushed as I realised that only a few minutes were left for the bell to ring, and quickly took my books out of my locker. I greeted my best friend, Jay. I mostly talked to guys because girls were too much drama. All they cared about was if their nail extensions were looking pretty today, or if their outfit was cute. And never forget thin.

"Jay, what's your first class?" I asked my blonde friend.

"Math, ugh."

"Bad luck. Bye."

As I grinned and walked, a coffee in my hand because I couldn't function without it, I banged into a wall. A hard rock wall, like cement. The coffee splashed.

My head hurt, and as I looked up, I realised that it was Ashton, the most popular guy in our school. His shoulders were very broad. His hair was messy, as if he'd just gotten out of bed. He was like 6'3 and mine was 4'3, he was so huge!!!! He was very handsome, I thought distractedly.

Omg, I was dead! He would ruin my life for banging into him now! Jay, where are you? Help!

I gasped in shock and fear as I realised that my coffee had fallen all over him, and now his white fitted with muscles shirt was stained beige. He was very lean and tall.

He looked down at his wet shirt before glancing at my books on the floor. He glared at me angrily, his piercing blue eyes scary. I felt an urge to grab my books and bolt out of here to my class. Then, a realization swept over me that we were both in the same class. 

Well, shit. 

I smiled nervously, fiddling with my hands before uttering, "Accidents happen. Hehe." I said sheepishly. He glared at me, before saying harshly in his deep voice, "You dumb fool. How dare you? Get me a new shirt and a new bag from louis vuitton. This shirt cost me more than $500 dollars! And the bag $ 800. Pay for it yourself, you clumsy vagabond!"

Frightened, I nodded shakily, money wasn't a problem.

Wait. Now?

"What do you mean now? I have school." I said, confused and curious.

"I dont care. Bunk school. Run!" He yelled, his booming voice reminding me of my mother. I felt more relaxed now, because I loved my mother.

"Okay. Sorry again." I said even though I didn't want to bunk school."

"If you're not back by 3rd period where I will be sitting in biology class I will ruin your life. Trust me nerd, I am connected to the italian mafia. I'll make you feel pain worse than death. You'll beg me to kill you! Foolish child! Get out of my sight!"

I nodded, scurrying away like a scared rat. I grabbed the cyanide from my pocket that I kept for emergencies, my hand shaking as I walked. I quickly slipped the poison into the guards mouth so he wouldn't notice me bunking, cunningly an mischivieously.

He would be convusling on the floor in 5 minutes, and dead in the next 10.

Smiling happily that my path had been cleared, I took my mercedes and drove to the closest Louis Vuitton to school, before realising that I looked homeless in my clothes. Deciding to uy myself some clothes first, I entered Versace an bought myself a fendace denim patchwork miniskirt. Grabbing a small gilted lambskin Lola bag from Burburry, and a lace corset top from Dolce & Gabbana. After putting on a pair of black calfskin odeon boots from Balenciaga, I sighed, finally done, Honestly, I had just picked the first clothes I had seen in my size.

Ready to go to Louis Vuitton finally, I grabbed a white shirt from the first rack I saw, and looked for a purse for Ashton, similar to the one I had destroyed. Satisfied with a bleu glacier coloured wallet on strap bubblegram bag, I checked the items at the counter.

Checking the time as he billed the items, I gasped in fear as I realised it was already 3rd period! Oh god! NOOO! Ashton would kill me now!" I asked the cashier to hurry up, on my knees.

I drove as fast as I could, and reaching the school, I ran to his class with his clothes. I didn't hae any time to change into my old clothes also and I felt uncomfortable with all the attention I was getting because of the designer brands!"

Gasping for breath, panting hard, I knocked on the biology lab room door before opening it, my eyes trying to find Ashton. I recognised his piercing blue eyes at once, set on me.

I was fifteen minutes late.

SHIT.