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I throw my bags onto the sorry excuse of a bed. It probably belongs to someone else but I couldn’t care less right now. I flip open my biggest suitcase and dig around til I find it. My picture. The only thing to remind me of my once perfect life. My mum.I take just a moment to stroke the picture with my pinkie finger. Remembering her smile, her laugh, the sun bouncing off of her brown curls and shining in her brown eyes.
The door to the dorm slams and in walks one hell of a striking, curvy girl. Thick black hair, carefully lined Kohl eyes and positively ruby red lipstick against her olive skin. The school uniform requires a black skirt, white shirt with a waistcoat and blazer- but this girl quite clearly doesn’t pay attention. She’s teamed a black pencil skirt with a tucked in, short sleeved white shirt. But she’s also wearing a killer pair of black, patent heels. She’s got confidence oozing out of her. She looks at me like I’m an embarrassment- but compared to her, Kate Moss is an embarrassment.
I’m wearing a knee-length, A-line black skirt with the unflattering waistcoat and blazer. I’m wearing thick black tights and black lace-ups. My huge brown eyes I got from my mother are hidden underneath even bigger glasses. My boring, long, mousy hair is scraped into a tight bun. I’m a joke as far as she can see...
She eyes me carefully. “You’re what we call a goner” she says.
She underestimates me. “Is that the royal “we”?” I enquire.
”I’m Kelly Jackson- head girl. I’ll be making sure you don’t get the shit kicked out of you during your first week here” She tells me whilst strolling towards my bag and fingering my possessions.
”Well, Kelly- feel free to be a hippy-bitch and go through my stuff looking for a new roof for your cardboard box home” I reply. I slam my suitcase lid down with such force that I could’ve taken her arms off. Kelly wasn’t expecting that response. She’s pleasantly surprised by the look on her. “Well… you really can’t judge a book by it’s cover. Welcome to St. Claire’s” And Kelly leaves me.
I go through my smallest suitcase and pull out the small bottle. I take off my blazer and waistcoat and make my way to the bathroom at the end of the hall. In the bathroom, 4 of the 5 showers are apparently “Out of Order”. I smile. I turn on the last shower and step away from the nozzle. Of course, gravy comes pouring out of the pipes. Classic school prank. I rip off one of the signs and proceed to use the small bottle on my hair. I also swap my glasses for my clear contact lenses whilst I’m there. I take two white towels, wrap one around my thin body and the other round my hair.
I walk confidently through the girls’ bedroom. They have returned from their night out on the town, and stare at me as I continue towards my bed.
Kelly smiles. “Girls, let me introduce you to our new classmate- Catherine Winters”
I stand beside her and pull the towel away from my head. My new, blonde, thick, curly hair is revealed. Kelly is stunned and grins at me.
I am accepted into St. Claire’s.
The door to the dorm slams and in walks one hell of a striking, curvy girl. Thick black hair, carefully lined Kohl eyes and positively ruby red lipstick against her olive skin. The school uniform requires a black skirt, white shirt with a waistcoat and blazer- but this girl quite clearly doesn’t pay attention. She’s teamed a black pencil skirt with a tucked in, short sleeved white shirt. But she’s also wearing a killer pair of black, patent heels. She’s got confidence oozing out of her. She looks at me like I’m an embarrassment- but compared to her, Kate Moss is an embarrassment.
I’m wearing a knee-length, A-line black skirt with the unflattering waistcoat and blazer. I’m wearing thick black tights and black lace-ups. My huge brown eyes I got from my mother are hidden underneath even bigger glasses. My boring, long, mousy hair is scraped into a tight bun. I’m a joke as far as she can see...
She eyes me carefully. “You’re what we call a goner” she says.
She underestimates me. “Is that the royal “we”?” I enquire.
”I’m Kelly Jackson- head girl. I’ll be making sure you don’t get the shit kicked out of you during your first week here” She tells me whilst strolling towards my bag and fingering my possessions.
”Well, Kelly- feel free to be a hippy-bitch and go through my stuff looking for a new roof for your cardboard box home” I reply. I slam my suitcase lid down with such force that I could’ve taken her arms off. Kelly wasn’t expecting that response. She’s pleasantly surprised by the look on her. “Well… you really can’t judge a book by it’s cover. Welcome to St. Claire’s” And Kelly leaves me.
I go through my smallest suitcase and pull out the small bottle. I take off my blazer and waistcoat and make my way to the bathroom at the end of the hall. In the bathroom, 4 of the 5 showers are apparently “Out of Order”. I smile. I turn on the last shower and step away from the nozzle. Of course, gravy comes pouring out of the pipes. Classic school prank. I rip off one of the signs and proceed to use the small bottle on my hair. I also swap my glasses for my clear contact lenses whilst I’m there. I take two white towels, wrap one around my thin body and the other round my hair.
I walk confidently through the girls’ bedroom. They have returned from their night out on the town, and stare at me as I continue towards my bed.
Kelly smiles. “Girls, let me introduce you to our new classmate- Catherine Winters”
I stand beside her and pull the towel away from my head. My new, blonde, thick, curly hair is revealed. Kelly is stunned and grins at me.
I am accepted into St. Claire’s.
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On April 7th 2008 wannahug13 Said : | |
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this is really interesting!!! i like it!! |
| On March 13th 2008 seethrough3381 Said : | |
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I like this. KMP! |
| On March 6th 2008 BlackHeartedMe Said : | |
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love it! |
| On March 2nd 2008 timewatch Said : | |
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loving the story. please kmp. |
| On March 2nd 2008 ShiningKanin Said : | |
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i like it! keep me posted please! |
