Who, me?

Rest of summer

I have been up all night of course, listening to shitty break up playlists and reading 'After.' All over again, having Tessa's heartbreak with mine makes it feel slightly better – but not very much. I spent the early hours of the morning painting my nails a deep navy which is almost black, trimming my hair back to the long bob it once was. Oscar liked long hair, but it doesn't matter what he liked anymore, this is my life. Additionally I put on two face masks to reduce the red puffy cheeks that had formed after last night. I also began to pack, the little amount of things that I have anyway. So I decided to pack up my books, first I organised them by author's surname, then by genre, then sub-genre and settled on author's first names. I look at my clock, 7:45 AM. School opens at 8 AM which is when I am planning on going, hoping that I don't bump into anyone from last night – hoping they are all too hungover to realise what today is. I will never understand why people care so little about A level results day, I had been thinking about this since my GCSE results were an embarrassment that I was going to make something of myself. I was supposed to go with the King's but of course that plan is no longer, I haven't even told Mrs King, but I guess that just is not my place anymore. I began heading over, earphones in playing the 'Bad Bitch.' Playlist Brooke had made for me overnight, for this moment especially. Despite my horrible evening, I feel fucking fantastic. I feel like a girl, no a woman, ready to take on the world.