Chapter One
The ringing alarm felt like it shot through my whole body, I lifted my head off the desk in a daze to look around the room at my other classmates. The lesson can’t be over already. But the bell kept ringing, meaning that it was that pointless time of the term where we missed ten minutes of our lesson to practice what we do in case of a fire, like we don’t already know.
As I emerged from my classroom I caught a glimpse of my friend Scarlett from across the corridor. Well you couldn’t really miss her with her white and red hair; yes I said it, white and red. She always liked being different from everyone else. Fortunately for her it really suited her pale features but I would never be brave enough to dye my own hair, not even the simplest of colours, so I’m just left with my long blonde out of control hair.
It was easy walking down the hallway when we had fire drill because everyone had to go the same way, which was the only good point about this; the worst thing was the cold. I never really minded the cold but when you had just come from a heated classroom and had to go outside in the middle of November, it was freezing! Once we were outside we all found our form lines and filed in alphabetical order. I was right at the back of the line as always, because my last name was Wright, but I didn’t mind. I’m not much of a leader, never had been. Our school always tries to encourage us to become leaders; they say the followers are like sheep. It was at that point I decided to never be a leader, as at least if I was a sheep I would never be alone. Scarlett was the type that could be a leader; she always took control, and spoke her mind which sometimes wasn’t a good thing.
A women’s voice disturbed my thoughts “Autumn?” Her smooth voice was taken by the wind and I hardly heard it.
“Oh...umm...yes, I’m here” I said through my chattering teeth. But she didn’t start to move to the front; instead she looked at me with her evil brown eyes as if she was expecting more. “Oh, err, I mean yes miss.” Satisfied she lifted her head up so she could look down her nose at me and walked back down the line. I had only been in her tutor for three months and she already hated me.
After waiting ten more minutes outside in the freezing weather we were finally dismissed back to our classrooms where I still had half an hour left of history. I found my way to my seat as soon as I was back in the room, but everyone else took this opportunity to have a good gossip with their mates. None of my close friends were in my history class, so I just sat in the corner of the class next to, Corey. He had moved here at the beginning of the year and had caused nothing but trouble, so I’ve heard. He was only in two of my classes but in both of them he was just like any other student. When I got to my seat he was slouched over looking down at the table like usual. His dark hair covered most of his face but the rare times that he looked up I caught a glimpse of his black eyes and a small scar that ran from the side of his eye to the middle of his cheek.
Once Mr Cooke was back in the room everyone settled down to watch the rest of the documentary about the Industry Age. After a further twenty-five minutes of the film the lunch bell finally went and I started to make my way to the canteen at the front of the school where I had my lunch every day.
The school canteen was a bright and spacious room filled with wooden tables and chairs. As I entered the canteen I was welcomed by the smell of freshly cooked bread and sound of chatting as friends greeted each other. I made my way to my normal table, which was by the other door to the canteen. Scarlett, Oliver and Lewis were already there. I’ve known Scarlett for most of my life and since the first day we met, we were best friends. Oliver and Lewis had moved here just over a year ago, they’re identical twins. They have the same blue eyes and the same slightly tanned skin that blended with their short blonde bouncy hair. The only way I could tell them apart is the fact that Lewis was slightly shorter than Oliver, which doesn’t make Lewis very happy.
“What idiots make us do fire practice in the middle of November!” Scarlett complained as I sat down at the table.
“At least we missed a bit of history; I was falling asleep.” I said.
“I didn’t have history, I had art! Art’s my favourite lesson and I only have two weeks left to finish my project” She grumbled. I looked over to the other side of the table to see Oliver biting his lip trying to hold back a laugh. When I caught his eye, I raised my eyebrow and he let out a giggle.
“Find something funny Oliver?” Scarlett demanded.
“Oh...ummm, no of course not, I’m sure you’ll do fine” Oliver reassured her promptly.
“The last time you said that I got a B.”
“Oh no disaster” I said, sarcastically.
“Look you.” She turned to me pointing her finger. “If you don’t shut it, you won’t get your birthday presents tomorrow.” She dropped her finger and then winked at me.
I huffed. “Look guys, I don’t want anything from you.”
“Well tough now, cause we’ve got them. Anyway if you didn’t want us to buy you anything you should have told us before” She teased.
“I did!” I argued.
“I don’t remember that” She looked at me, then back to the twins. “Do you guys recall her saying that?” They both shook their heads at the same time. I knew I was defeated so I just shut up and got my lunch from my bag and started to eat.
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The last lesson of the day was geography with Mrs Clayton. She looked old enough to have retired already but unfortunately for me and Scarlett, she hadn’t.
“Sit down in silence! There is no need to talk, you’ve all just had lunch,” she bellowed before dropping two piles of green books in front of us. “Hand them out” She said abruptly then she turned on her heels and walked away, her little steps making her grey bun bounce up and down.
“Please wouldn’t go a miss,” Scarlett muttered under her breath after Mrs Clayton was far enough away that she knew her comment wouldn’t have been heard.
After an hour long lesson which seemed more like a lifetime of sitting in silence and copying from the text book the final bell finally rang. Everyone graded their stuff as quick as they could and were out of the room in a flash.
On the way home I walked halfway with Scarlett until we got to the top of my lane and then we split off. The long and stony narrow road led up to the four bedroom house I call home. The path was shaded under the trees which is a good thing when England has its unusual sunny spells.
When I got to the front door I saw my twelve year old sister sat on the step tapping away at her phone, as always.
“Where’s your key?” I asked her, even though I knew I wouldn’t get much of an answer, if any. It’s not that she was shy or anything, trust me, she could talk the hind legs off a donkey. She just decided that when she came to secondary school it was “un-cool” to get along with your older sister.
“Forgot it, mums out, dads at work,” she answered still drumming away at her phone. I just rolled my eyes, got out my own key, and let us in.
As I kicked off my dolly shoes in the porch I was greeted by my German shepherd, Riley. After I fussed over him for a while and then let him out into the garden, I carried on up the stairs to my room. When I was in my room I placed my bag on my bed. Then I noticed something very different and wrong about my room...there, on the other side of my room was my sister’s bed and her desk. What was this?
From the other side of the house I heard my sister, Bliss scream. “What the hell is this? Where’s my room gone, my bed?”
Then from the bottom of the stairs I heard my mum’s voice yell “Girls, I need to speak to you about something.”
Right, I'm going back to writing in my pretty new notepad! Start chapter two!!! 
I'd gladly read the next chapter. :=D
