19 June 2012
I stare at the mirror.
New school.
New clothes.
New life.
New face.
I'm not used to being ginger. Last time was a redhead was years ago. Actually the hair's pretty cool. Effortlessly wavy, almost half way down my back with a classic centre parting.
Sadly it comes with freckles and deathly pale skin. Well the freckles aren't bad but I'm gonna burn in the shade.
My body was pretty much athletic with only subtle curves but the way this uniform pinches in at the waste and shoves everything upwards could fool me.
I look at my till death do us part necklace and regret that this time I'm not a goth. That was fun, scaring the 'populars' by pretending to be a witch/vampire.
I've got a bit of makeup on. I get the feeling that this look isn't going to survive being a low ranking kid by scaring people. And no matter what people say, your social standing revolves around how you look.
I shove my feet into my odd coloured converse and turn on my iPod. I sing along and think, well good vocal cords on this one anyway.
I trip downstairs and grab a fresh bagel (heaven) still humming absentmindedly along to Bon Jovi.
My dad drives me almost to school and drops me off around the corner.
The butterflies in my stomach have woken up and are especially hyperactive. I'm about to wimp out and skive when a voice yells:
'Oi, Janey. I haven't seen you in a while.'
Nobody was supposed to know...
New Face • Opuss № I