Aware II R.Dare

~ Part One: Seventeen's Story ~

"Wakey wakey, Robyn." Robyn Eland's mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

Groggily, Robyn sat up and rubbed away the small, yellow dust left from her sleep. She sat up, staring at her bare feet for a few seconds before standing up and opening her bedroom door.

Her and her mother had ended up moving from Cornwall, England to New York, America under...desperate circumstances.

They felt they needed to move after a rather nasty divorce when Robyn was thirteen so, the two moved in with Robyn's aunt, who was (and still is) insanely rich. Unfortunately, Aunt Lori is very...traditional, as a few thirty-three-year-olds-are, and forced Robyn, Lori's complete opposite, into Clarion Ladies Academy, a prestigious school of all girls. 

The Academy had many faults. For one, it made something completely normal into an entire celebration. On the last day of twelfth grade (which almost perfectly landed on the day), the school would turn the day into a fair, which is all themed around something all of the seventeen-year-olds went through. 

This, of course, was the choosing. Everyone was given a genre, a plot, a role, partner/group and a trope on the third Monday of May, which happened to be today. (For example, you could be chosen for a fantasy, enemies to lovers story with you being the first love interest for someone you despise with the hate of a thousand suns and you have to be a bad boy)

Robyn found herself in a whirlwind of a million negative thoughts before she had even reached the last step, at which point her Aunt Lori gave Robyn her signature grin and began her speech.

"I remember my choosing day. Of course, I only got to be a heart-broken love interest but I'm sure, with your unique style, you will land a very interesting story. Maybe a -"

"Lori," Robyn's mother,  Tess, reprimanded her sister quietly. "I'm sure poor Robyn is stressed enough. Plus, she doesn't need the extra stress of living the story you never got."

Robyn smiled at her mother as she passed, grabbing the hair-tie she had left on the coffee table and walking over to the circular mirror by the door.

"Thanks, mum."

Robyn began to pull her dark hair, which still had a pinkish tint from the last time she dyed it, into a bun - revealing her undercut.

"Oh, Ophelia, wouldn't you rather--?"

"Lori, that's not her name. That's her middle name and  she can wear her hair however she wants."

Robyn smiled wistfully before running back up the stairs, being stopped half way up by her mother shouting "Where do you think your going?".

"To get my school uniform on."

With that, Robyn ran up the remaining stairs and down the hall, into her room. 

Her room was large, with one  window that rose from the floor and only just stopped at the roof, where it rounded slightly at the top like clay rectangle with two edges that have been squashed. The walls were grey and uncomfortably plain for Robyn's tastes, a few photos of Robyn's father and brother (who chose to stay with their old man) scattered on the wall. The photos were next to the door so that her mother couldn't see it when she first walked into the room and do that sad smile that Robyn hated.

Skipping slightly with a nervous joy, Robyn ran over to her dresser, pulling out that stupid school uniform. Quickly, she tugged at her baggy pyjamas and donned a crumpled shirt, a blue and cyan plaid skirt with knee high socks, a tie and a blazer in a matching colour theme. Robyn wanted to look good so, though against the school rules, she put on the slightest bit of mascara and a light dusting of eyeliner.

Soon, she was downstairs again, bubbling with the same anxiousness that she'd felt since she'd turned seventeen. Robyn had barely eaten her breakfast, what it was she forgot the moment she got into Aunt Lori's car.

Robyn's mother insisted on working, even though Lori's job curated more than enough money, in order to keep busy. So, she had left before she could drop Robyn off at school for her big day.