What did I ever do?, chapter 1

Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday! What is it with bloody Wednesday?!
Wednesday the 13th of bloody September is the day me, AKA Toby, has to roll out of bed for the first time since July 22nd and get my ass to school. Okay, maybe its not the first time since the end of summer, but its a long time.
My older brother called me from downstairs. Well, one of them. I'm the only girl and the youngest of five. Four older brothers. I live with them, if you hadn't already guessed. Ever since my parents buggared off to Brazil or something when I was nine. said they needed to start a new life and shit. Well, I've done pretty well without them, got myself hooked on tobacco, got excluded from my crappy school over 31 times in the past two years. And a range of other things which could be classed as bad in some people eyes. But, from my blue eyes, it is my goal. 31 and still counting. Hopefully, I'll reach forty by Christmas, if not, the February break. Anyway, I'm moving off the subject at the moment.
The brother which actually called me was Tom, I guessed. He's 23 and really boring in my eyes. Does nothing but cook, clean and be very unhappy. Well, that's while I'm around. He's probably some kind of party animal behind closed doors, or while I'm not there. Most people are like that when I'm not around. Apparently, I bring some kind of depressing fog around with me. Well, according to my brother Ben. He hates me. On the other hand, most people do.
I stuck one foot out of my warm, thick, and unusually furry quilt. If I hadn't pulled my foot back in, it may have gotten stuck in a large cube of ice. After shivering for a moment, I plucked up the courage to jump out of bed and to my wardrobe. Jumping up and bounding over, I flung the doors open and pulled a big, black sweater over my head. Well, that's the only thing I could put on. There was only six things in my wardrobe; my black jeans, a black top that read 'kiss me, I'm punk,' a black and blue striped hoody, another black T-shirt with some other crappy logo/slogan on, a green jumper with a 'T' sewn on from my late Grandmother and another hoody (black). Not a very exciting range, but it does me. I don't get out much, as you could probably tell, and I'm not very sociable either. Tucking a piece of my hair behind me ear, I stumbled downstairs.
Entering the kitchen, I saw that three out of four brothers were already up, sat around the table. Tom's the oldest at 23, with short, blonde hair. He's really shy to strangers, and hasn't had a girlfriend in god knows how long. But, he knows how to cook, that's why we keep him. Ben is the second oldest at 19. Short black hair and blue eyes. He really has something against me, though when we rarely get on, he can be nice (note the word CAN). Danny is kind of like me, though he is older and male. Age 18 with a mop of blue hair and gray eyes. He's ace. Let's me borrow CD's and that kinda shit. Finally, the only person who was absent was Harry. That's just Harry all over. Moans at you for getting him up early, then moans at you if you get him up too late. Goes on about how much time you spend in the bathroom, when he spends over double the time! And, no, he's not gay, I don't think. He's sixteen and has short black hair and brown eyes.
"Sleeping Beauty finally awakes," mumbled Danny with a mouthful of some cheapo cereal from Asda.
"I wouldn't exactly call her a beauty," muttered Ben, smirking. I flashed him a glare and poured myself some apple juice.
"Right, I'd better be going," informed Tom, standing up and grabbing his bag off the side, "I'll be back at half one, so if you need anything, just give us a call. See ya later."
"Bye," me and Danny chorused. The door slammed shut.
"So, when will you be back?" I asked, grabbing a slice of toast from Ben's plate.
"Well, my dear," he began, grinning, "Wednesday is my day off. Hell, I love Wednesdays."
I sighed.
"Good for you." I muttered.
"You should dye it blue like me," he replied, out of the blue.
"Dye what?"
"The hair. The green's getting a bit boring."
"What? I like the green. Maybe next week sometime. Yeah?"
He nodded. My hair had been green for as long as I can remember. Well, I dyed it random colours occasionally in the summer break, but I always went back to green.
"Well, I'm gonna go meet my baby, so, I shall see you losers later," cried Ben, standing up.
God, he's been going on about his bloody 'baby' for at least three weeks now. Personally, I think his new girlfriend is imaginary, but I'm not a professional psychiatrist. Ben jumped up, grabbed the piece of toast out of my mouth and walked off out the door. I shrugged, getting up and dragging myself up the stairs. After throwing on my jeans, a top and a hoody, I reappeared downstairs.
"Is it quarter past?"
I received a nod from Danny and Harry who seemed to have awoken in the four minutes I'd been gone.
"Okay, see you later." I muttered, slipping on my converse and walking out the front door. I shivered as the cold air hit me like a ton of bricks. Turning right at the gate, I headed off towards school.
At least five minutes later, I reached the school gates. Suddenly, the need to tobacco overcame me, so, I made my way around the back, which was usually deserted. Stinks of piss and stuff.
Fumbling in my pocket to find a lighter, I heard peoples voices. Peering around the wall, I saw three lads. One was leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets and fag hanging out of his mouth. The second was talking the to third. And the third looked like he was peeing a the wall. I sighed. Probably a load of druggies, marking their territory as they call it. I snickered a bit too loud for my own good, causing the boys to notice.
"Who's there?" asked the second one, who was freakishly tall. Well, to me he was. I'm quite short. I sighed, a revealed myself. I didn't recognise them.
"Only me." I mumbled, taking a drag off my cigarette, "No offence, but what the hell is he doing?"
I nodded my head in the direction of the third boy.
"What does it look like I was doing?" he cried, turning around and grinning, "I'm taking a leak."
"I know you're taking a piss, but why not use the toilet, that is what they're there for. Urinating."
He smiled a really nice smile actually.
"I dunno where it is."
"Why? You new?"
He nodded.
"Let me introduce myself. Name's Trè," he said, holding out his hand. I didn't take it.
"Hi. I'm not gonna tell you mine 'cause, for all I know you could be some freaky pedophile trying to lure innocent little girls into your lair so you can rape them."
"What, so I'm a rapist now?"
"Believe me, he is," interrupted the first one, who was about my height. I stifled a giggle.
"Well, I'm gonna go now, yeah. Step away real slow, then turn and run. Is that okay with you?" I smirked.
"Go ahead, run, but you can't hide."
I smiled, shaking my head.
"Well, see you around then, 'Trè,'" I replied, turning around and walking off.
I heard them talking, but kept walking.
A few moments later, I reached my form room. Pushing to door open, this time the warm air hit me. It sent a small shiver down my spine. I was ignored by all the usual faces in my form. You see, I'm a loser. Only a couple of close friends, whereas all the 'it' people go around in gangs of about 3000.
The main people who ignored me were Suzie and her little gang, made up of her, Sophie, Daisy and Hannah. All total tarts. She's got boys dropping at her feet, even some girls.
All of a sudden, someone pulled me into a hug from behind. Straining my neck, I saw Liss' face.
"Liss!"
"Toby!"
Liss is my best friend. She's taller than me, with shortish strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. She's got a great personality and a cracking sense of humour. Hell, I'm starting to sound like one of those posh English folk, even though I am English. Well, she's really awesome. We get on like a house on fire. She's the house, I'm the fire, obviously!
Before I knew it, someone else had joined our hug. Amy. Amy is the final 'member' of our 'gang.' She's shorter than me, with long blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Dude, how was summer?" I asked, breaking away as we all sat on the radiator.
"Well, my Mother insisted on taking us Christmas shopping already . . . In the middle of August!" began Liss. I laughed.
"And you?" I asked, turning to Amy.
"Well, I went to Cornwall and Majorca . . ."
I stopped her in her tracks.
"Sure as hell you did Amy! I got your bloody postcard from Lincoln!"
She laughed.
"Okay, okay. I only went to Lincoln. But I went to Yorkshire as well, I swear."
We all giggled. The sound of the bell sent a shiver down my spine. I shook it off, grabbed my bag up off the floor, and stopping to give Liss a high five on the way, walked to my desk.
Our teacher Mrs. Lunknit (or as I like to call her Skunksh*t ) sauntered in a muttered something about us all sitting down. We did as she began the register.
"Innes?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Rory?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Sam?"
"Yes, Miss."
After a few more names, it was my turn
"Toby?"
"How's it hangin' miss?" I retorted, as a slight ripple of laughter spread around the room.
"Toby?" she repeated more sternly this time.
"Yes, Miss." I sighed. Within a few more moments, it was over, but, unusually, she started nattering on about something or other, and seeing as though I had nothing else to do, I decided to pay the least amount of attention I could.
"Well," the old hag began, "Since the departure of the triplets, we have taken on three new students. Please welcome them and be nice."
As if on cue, three lads walked in. My stomach suddenly decided to take up Olympic gymnastics at this point. Yes, you guessed it, the guys from behind the wall.
"Class, meet Billie Joe, Michael and Frank."
Now, unluckily for me, the horrible triplets had left at the end of last year, and had sat on my row of four, which was now occupied by moi only. The guy called Billie Joe, was the one who's been smoking earlier. I liked the sound of him. Michael was guy number two. He'd been the one talking to guy number three who's been 'taking a leak' as he'd put it. And, yes, guy number three was 'Frank,' the piss guy.
I sighed as he surveyed the room briefly, resting his eyes on me and grinning. The others seemed to have noticed me as well and were smiling.
"Well, go and take your seats next to Miss Harris at the back there."
They looked over and I waved sarcastically. The tall one grinned and they all walked over.
Frank or Tre (I had no idea what to call him) sat one side of me, Michael and Billie Joe the other.
"Sorry, but I don't take to kindly to rapists sitting next to me." I muttered, smiling slightly.
He pretended to look offended then turned to Billie Joe.
"Look what you've done now!"
Billie Joe grinned.
"What can I say? It is my duty."
It was silent for a moment.
"So, it's Miss Harris, huh?" he asked.
"Well, I prefer Mistress, but, hey, life's not fair."
He grinned.
"So then, Mistress Harris, do you have a first name? Or are you scared I might rape you?"
I smirked.
"Toby, call me Toby."
"Okay, Toby. I'm Tre Cool, that's Billie Joe Armstrong and that's Mike Dirnt."
"Okay, I'll look out for those names on a wanted poster someday soon, right?"
Mike laughed from behind me. Billie Joe was smirking, well actually, I'm not sure. It could have either been an evil smirk or a cheeky grin. Who knows?

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