I’m Not O-Fucking-Kay

“APRIL WILLIAMS THIS IS FINAL, I AM SENDING YOU TO PREP SCHOOL IN NEW JERSEY”

“DAD MY NAME IS AVRIL! Please don’t call me April, and seriously I haven’t even done that much harmed”

“sending your mother one a wild goose chase and getting her sent into hospital is harm” my dad replied sounding pissed.

“STEP MUM! And well it was no harm for me anyway” why does he call her my mum? She will NEVER be my mum.

“PACK YOUR STUFF NOW YOUR FLIGHT COMES IN THE MORNING”


*next morning*


I sat down on the plane ready from prep school… well not really ready I mean I’ve had a hard life. My mum died when I was 13 and within about 3 months after her death my dad met step monster and married her. I mean who the fuck does that? Hence why I hate her. She took control over me and didn’t like the “rock’n’roll” me and forced me to be girly… I gave that up about 4 months ago and became a crazy bitch. (Which is more fun than being ‘little miss perfect’.)

My name is April Williams but call me Avril because its more me and april reminds me of happiness and im not into that kinda shit.

“5 minutes till landing” said the airhostest… I cannot wait to get off this fucking plane…
As I walked outside of the airport there was a guy standing there with a sign saying “Avril Williams”. He must have been about my age. He had gingery blonde hair and a small beard. He looked like someone Id hang out with – might as well try to be friends considering I’m probably not going home.


“hi im Avril” I say to the kid.

“hi I am Bob, the headmaster told me to pick ya up”

“wow lucky you, you get to spend – how long away is the school?”

“1 hour or something” he said confusingly.

“1 hour with this Princess”

“lucky me” he sounded sarcastic but I don’t care. I walked off to his car as he carried my luggage. I never kidded when I said I’m a princess. “are you really a princess?”

“lets just say I get my own way” I said quite bitchly.

“Bitch” he muttered under his voice…

“asshole” I replied with a fake smile.


*At prep school*


I arrived to my room that bob showed me… I need fucking decoration. I mean my bed covers are white, my walls are white. EVERYTHING IS WHITE! I feel like im in a hospital or something… I guess I’m off to shopping.

I asked Bob if he’ll take me considering school doesn’t start till tomorrow and he did. To be honest I was really surprised considering how bitchy I was.


*after shopping*


Once I got back I put the paint and decorations down.

“do you want me to help you? I can get my friends to help if ya want”

“yes please- to the friends as well” I smiled, “sorry if I came across as a bitch just I’ve had a bad time recently so lets have a new start”

“sure avril, I understand” it went silent, “I’ll call my friends over”

Notes

sorry this is rushed because i hate writing first chapters but i promise i shall try and do better in the next <3
love you guys that read this:)