Outnumbered

1 -This Is Stupid

"This is stupid."

I was arguing with uncle George but he wouldn't budge. He wouldn't even listen to what I wanted to say.

"Raven look, just be good." My uncle pleaded.

We were sat in his office discussing how much of a stupid idea I thought this was, at the new college I happened to be attending.The place looked all right and stuff but that wasn't my problem. My problem was that the place was called Jenners College for boys. FOR BOYS.

It seemed to be that I was the only one that came to the realization that I, me, a GIRL, was going to a BOYS college.

 My mum had shipped me off without another thought. My dear old uncle invited me with open arms to study here and seemed to forget the fact that he was the head teacher of a boy's college.I begged them to let me study at another college but no my mother felt more comfortable if I was under the watchful eye of my uncle.

Which I thought was pretty funny considering she never gave an elephants crap about me before.

 I knew this would be completely stupid and a waste of time. But no, both of them had seemed adamant on me attending. Had they lost the plot?

 Actually you know what, don't answer that.

I knew this was a bad idea from the second I parked my motorbike in the car park.

Taking my time, I took my helmet off only to be met with the image of everyone gaping at me like fish, opening and shutting their eyes and mouths.As if they couldn't believe that a girl was going to their college.

 Typical.

I got off my bike and slung by backpack over my shoulder. Locking my vehicle I made my way to the building, trying to ignore the stares I was receiving.

What? Never seen a girl before?

They were acting like I was from a completely different planet. 

And every step I took it just got worse.

Deciding to go for something comfy, I didn't really care about making an impression, I knew just showing up at the dumb college would be an impression enough. So I wore my trainers, black skinny jeans and a baggy grey t-shirt with a leather jacket on top.  My pitch-black hair tumbled down to just above my waist in natural curls.

 A lot of people think I dyed my hair and get pretty shocked when I try to explain to them that it's actually natural.

That's how my parents gave me my name, because of my hair. Apparently when my mum saw me for the first time she whispered "like a ravens wing" or something like that. Obviously referring to my hair. Which caused my clever old dad to come up with Raven and I've been stuck with it.

Growing up my favorite fairytale was snow white because I thought we were long lost sisters or something. It came to a point where I was packing my little toy suitcase at the age of 7 so I could go on an adventure to find her. Heh heh. Good times.

 Obviously I was stopped and I didn't actually go on an adventure. Which was a kind of a bummer because I was really looking forward to meeting her. I stopped talking to my parents for at least a week, which trust me, to me was like years.

 I think that was the only girly thing about me though. The rest of me was 100% playing in mud, getting messy and ending up breaking a few bones. Oops.

I've always had curly hair but not the bushy type just the type where you could just about look after it without looking like a hobo everyday.

 I also had bright green eyes with flecks of gold. They were one of the only things I liked about myself. They came from my dad and every time I looked in the mirror I would be reminded of his warm comforting eyes in my own.