1. Window Hottie "Oi. Wake up you sleepy arse! We're here!" Ella woke me up when the train came to a halt. I rubbed my eyes groggily and looked around the carriage. There were two people, other than me and Ella. One was a business man watching Game of Thrones on his iPad, and the other was a boy about our age in a baseball cap, listening to shitty rap music, and it was really loud. How did I sleep through that? I unstuck my right cheek from the window and grabbed my bag. "Why are you so tired?" Ella inquired, walking slowly towards the door. "I didn't have my smoothie." I said. Well, I whispered. When I didn't have my smoothie in the morning, I was not the nicest of people. "Smoothie?! May, you can hardly call that purple shit you drink a smoothie!" Ella teased, and stepped off the train onto the platform. "It is too a smoothie. It's made from-" "Oats and bananas, I know." She shivered with disgust. "Why do you force yourself to drink that stuff anyway?" "I want to be able to fit through doors when I'm older." I said, proudly. Ella shrugged and didn't reply. Ella Walters and I have been best friends since nursery. I don't remember how we met, but Ella said we met when I punched her because I wanted the doll with the pink dress. She said that after that, I was made to apologise to her, and instead, she just hugged me and said "It's okay." We've been neighbours since she moved houses in first grade. We were six years old, then. Of course, we already knew each other from the doll incident, but when she moved in next door, we were instantly best friends. And we still remember when that was: June 15th, exactly three weeks from now. "So how's Sam?" Ella asked, as we walked down the platform. Sam was my older brother, and he was in the grade above us. We were both Juniors, and he was a Senior. He was one of the popular kids, he was on the football team, and went to all the parties and always had a girl on his arm. I hated him. Not because he was popular, but because he was a royal dick. But Ella, being one of the girly-girls, absolutely idolised him! Gross, right? "He's a douche, as usual." I replied, not making eye contact with her. "No he's not! He's really nice! One time, he told me I was the most beautiful girl in the world!" Ella said, her eyes out of focus, twirling her hair. "That's because he was either 1) absolutely hammered or 2) trying to get into your Hello Kitty panties!" I yelled, frustrated. "They are not Hello Kitty!" She protested. "They're just plain pink with purple polka dots, if you must know!" Ella's family was really religious. Like, really religious. She couldn't but a thong or a pair of laced panties or even a wired bra because her mother said they were "Satan's under-garments." I'm just so glad my family isn't like that. My family is pretty simple. It consists of my mom, my dad, Sam, me and my three-month-old sister, Lia. Lia really loves puking everywhere! My mom works at the local florist, so our house is full of flowers. And it's really funny because Sam has hay fever. My dad is the Head Chef at some restaurant in the middle of town. Though, unfortunately for us, mom does the cooking. Ella and I live across town from the only school, Griffin High. So we have to take the train to the nearest station to the school, which is only across the road from the school. Ella and I exited the train station and walked down the road to the pedestrian crossing. The streets were quiet, as usual, with the occasional car going down the road. I don't even know why we used the pedestrian crossing, but Ella insisted. It was only when I looked at my watch that I realised we were already five minutes late. I pointed this out to Ella and she nearly had a heart attack. With Ella dragging my across the road and power walking towards the school, I wondered what her parents thought of me. I mean, we were complete opposites! My family took the piss out of religious people, and Ella's family are religious. I was always in some kind of trouble, and Ella had a pristine record (which I don't know how to managed to maintain considering she was best friends with me). When we got to Griffin High, we had to go in through the office, because the gates always close at exactly 7.50 in the morning. It was now 7.57. Mrs Moler in the office asked us why we were late. Ella began to tell a lie, but I cut her off with my lack of smoothie story. Mrs Moler stared at me and said: "I won't mark you late this time, May Abernathy. But only because Ella's mother will go ape if her daughter gets another late because of you!" We thanked her and hurried to our first class, which had already started because it was now 8.10. My smoothie story took longer than expected. Come to think of it, so would my defecation tonight because my smoothie acts as a laxative. And of course, everybody stared at us as we entered the science lab, because we were late. I (again) told the smoothie story. As I sat down in the last seat of the last row, I looked out the window and saw the only boy in the school that I was attracted to. Augustus Barnes.