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Sarah’s POV
It was a cold afternoon and I had just moved from the UK to the US. After an afternoon of dreading the next day I had decided that it was time to search for directions on Google maps, otherwise my mum would probably get lost trying to take me to my new school, that’s halfway through town, might I just add. Car journeys would take half an hour while walking would take a miserable hour, but that was alright, I had my iPod with me so hopefully it wouldn’t be half as bad… before I knew it another hour had passed and it as almost time to have dinner, from my room it smelt wonderful but who am I to decide if smell is the best thing to judge food with. After a few minutes of noticing the smell my mum called, I pretended to have my ear phones on after the clinking sound of the plates and cups being set on the table I went downstairs with a pair of earphones on my ear buds. I got downstairs and I could see my mums face raging red… in an attempt to change the subject I commented on how wonderful the food smelt. I could see her face calming down and I felt a little safer. I sat down at the table and asked what we were having for dinner and then she spoke those dreaded words ‘pasta Bolognese’ I started panicking and tried to fake a belly ache, but no use she said it would ‘calm’ my belly. I slowly moved the fork in my mouths direction and put it in my mouth surprisingly good. After dinner I went to bed with a dinosaur in my belly, because moths and butterfly’s are too delicate for my situation. I soon fell asleep after that.
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The next day I woke up and decided to get dressed and ready even though it was only 5:30 in the morning. I went to the toilet and when I looked in the mirror I was horrified to see that today I had the worst hair, it took me exactly one hour for me to manage to get it perfect but in the end I did it looked awesome. After that I went to get changed, I changed into my favourite skull t-shirt, my favourite thin black scarf, my favourite pair of skinny jeans and my black converses. when I came down everything was awfully quiet with my favourite cereals on the table suspicious as I poured the cereals and milk my mum jumped up behind me with a camera and yelled surprise, it startled me so much that I almost poured cereals over my t-shirt but I couldn’t stay mad at her for long so I gave in and let her take one last picture before continuing to eat. I almost inhaled my cereals and within 10 minutes I was ready. My mum insisted that we left half an hour earlier in case we got lost and at 8:30 we were there she asked if I wanted to go grab a bite to make time but I was alright, I had my iPod with me. I sat there for about ten minutes listening to fall out boy before a boy came joining me at the steps, he seemed new too but I didn’t speak a word. After a while I could see that he was trying to talk to me so I removed my earphones and listened to him ramble on about the weather. In the end he asked if I agreed and I spat out a stuttering ‘yeah sure’ while blushing like mad, he was gorgeous! After a while he started talking again ‘Urie by the way, Brendon Urie’ ‘oh hi’ I replied ‘my name’s Sarah, Sarah Johnson’ after that we continued talking and I could feel that whether I liked it or not he was going to have a big impact on my life.
End of Sarah’s POV
It was a cold afternoon and I had just moved from the UK to the US. After an afternoon of dreading the next day I had decided that it was time to search for directions on Google maps, otherwise my mum would probably get lost trying to take me to my new school, that’s halfway through town, might I just add. Car journeys would take half an hour while walking would take a miserable hour, but that was alright, I had my iPod with me so hopefully it wouldn’t be half as bad… before I knew it another hour had passed and it as almost time to have dinner, from my room it smelt wonderful but who am I to decide if smell is the best thing to judge food with. After a few minutes of noticing the smell my mum called, I pretended to have my ear phones on after the clinking sound of the plates and cups being set on the table I went downstairs with a pair of earphones on my ear buds. I got downstairs and I could see my mums face raging red… in an attempt to change the subject I commented on how wonderful the food smelt. I could see her face calming down and I felt a little safer. I sat down at the table and asked what we were having for dinner and then she spoke those dreaded words ‘pasta Bolognese’ I started panicking and tried to fake a belly ache, but no use she said it would ‘calm’ my belly. I slowly moved the fork in my mouths direction and put it in my mouth surprisingly good. After dinner I went to bed with a dinosaur in my belly, because moths and butterfly’s are too delicate for my situation. I soon fell asleep after that.
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The next day I woke up and decided to get dressed and ready even though it was only 5:30 in the morning. I went to the toilet and when I looked in the mirror I was horrified to see that today I had the worst hair, it took me exactly one hour for me to manage to get it perfect but in the end I did it looked awesome. After that I went to get changed, I changed into my favourite skull t-shirt, my favourite thin black scarf, my favourite pair of skinny jeans and my black converses. when I came down everything was awfully quiet with my favourite cereals on the table suspicious as I poured the cereals and milk my mum jumped up behind me with a camera and yelled surprise, it startled me so much that I almost poured cereals over my t-shirt but I couldn’t stay mad at her for long so I gave in and let her take one last picture before continuing to eat. I almost inhaled my cereals and within 10 minutes I was ready. My mum insisted that we left half an hour earlier in case we got lost and at 8:30 we were there she asked if I wanted to go grab a bite to make time but I was alright, I had my iPod with me. I sat there for about ten minutes listening to fall out boy before a boy came joining me at the steps, he seemed new too but I didn’t speak a word. After a while I could see that he was trying to talk to me so I removed my earphones and listened to him ramble on about the weather. In the end he asked if I agreed and I spat out a stuttering ‘yeah sure’ while blushing like mad, he was gorgeous! After a while he started talking again ‘Urie by the way, Brendon Urie’ ‘oh hi’ I replied ‘my name’s Sarah, Sarah Johnson’ after that we continued talking and I could feel that whether I liked it or not he was going to have a big impact on my life.
End of Sarah’s POV
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