Hey.I haven't written any stories for a while so I decided to write one. I don't know if I will finnish, how long it will be or how often I will update. But here you are.
P.s There might be a lot of grammar errors. I'm not too good at that stuff.
There’s Someone For Everyone Out There
Chapter 1
Another school year was about to begin. Joanne was sat on the school bus was about to start her first day in year 11. She felt excited: she loved school unlike most other 15 year olds. She had always loved to learn. When the bus came to stop, she got her bags and headed off to school. It was packed with hundreds of other students, from tiny little year 7s about to start there first day, up to people her age in year 11 and all the 6th formers, top of the school. She barged her way through the crowed and got to her first lesson, history.
She was extremely interested in history, learning about people’s life-styles before the days when they had electricity and all this wonder technology. Not long after waiting, lessons began. She sat herself down at a table near the back of the classroom. Of course, nobody would want to sit next to her. Most school thought she was a loser. Her friends had fallen out with her over the summer holidays. In fact, she hardly had any friends because they all though she was far too much of a school goody-goody. Who want to hang out with a geek? She hid her face in her thick, red curls, which hung down to about half way down her chest. However, Joanne wasn’t fussed and paid attention in her lesson. She was learning about the World War 1 times: how it all began and all the different empires.
An hour passed and the lesson ended. Her next lesson was French. She also had a huge passion for languages. She studied French, Spanish and German. Another hour of lessons passed and it was break. She sat down at a table and began to take a bite out of her chocolate bar. She watched all her of class mates gather around at a table, laughing and gossiping. They looked as if they were having a great time. Joanne only wished she could be part of that group as well. She wanted more then everything to belong to a big group of friends just like them. But for some reason, her group of friends didn’t seem to be around today; she often fell out with them anyway.
Time moved on and it was time for maths. Joanne wasn’t particularly interested in maths, as like most people, she found it quite hard and not so interesting. Next lesson was English which seemed to pass quickly. At lunch again, she sat by herself wishing her friends were here with her. She had a horrible, miserable feeling inside her all lunch.
When lunch finished, which seemed to have lasted hours, Joanne made her way to her final lesson of the day: physics. All they did in the lesson was watch a few videos. Not too bad. At the end of the day, Joanne headed her way back onto the school bus and made her way home. The journey only took 25 minutes back to her house. She went up to her room first thing to began to start her history essay. She took her time and wrote it well. Spent a long time on it and wasn’t sure if she spent 2, 3 or 4 hours on it; but the next thing she heard was her mum call, ‘dinner’ and she head her way down stairs. The whole family was their: her mum, her dad and herself. They ate their dinner in almost silence. Joanne was an only child and didn’t often talk to her parents much. Her dad broke the silence and asked, “ so Jo, how was it today?” Just as any typical parent would ask their child.
“Alright I guess,” she replied quietly. He dad nodded and they didn’t talk much for the rest of dinner. She spent the rest of her evening browsing the internet on or laptop and listening to her Ipod. ‘Another day has ended,’ she thought to herself. As dull as her life sounded, she was actually a fairly happy person. She had her days when she felt in the blues, but most of the time she kept her head high and thought of the good things in life. She got ready and into bed early. “I my love life,” she whispered, “but I just feel as if there are some pieces missing to it. I wonder what they could be.” And very shortly, she drifted off to sleep.
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I will but I can't update until Friday or the weekend. 
I liked your description of her hair, btw. Small things like that can be very important, when it comes to writing, and give the reader a really good impression of the story. ^^
Thanks
Now days, I have other friends I sit with when my main group fall out with me. 
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