Low Life

7 - Busted

Shania POV

It was 7:30AM, I had 5 more minutes to leave or else I would've been late for school. The start of the day was at 8:45, if you had been any later then you would receive a lunchtime detention.

I lived 20 minutes from the school by car but I had to get there for 8:00AM on the dot since it was apart of the isolation rule, and after the stunt I pulled with not complying by staying for the extra hour I knew I was going to get in trouble. I was surprised that I didn't receive a lecture from my parents, somehow they also weren't aware I was in isolation.

I looked into the mirror situated in front of me, before ruffling the sides of my black locks so they sat on my shoulders and covered the breasts of my blazer. I stared at myself for a few seconds before I continued to alter my appearance to perfection. I rolled up my black pleated skirt twice so it was short but an acceptable length, well it wasn't really accepted by teachers but it was for me since it was nothing too extreme. I lifted my collar on my white shirt, wrapping my tie against it and tied a few loops and tucked it in pulling it so it was short enough, I then placed my collar down and pulled black tights I already had put on prior to my skirt up so it sat just above my hip. I wandered over to my bed picking up my black North Face puffer throwing it on before I grabbed my black handbag and left my room walking down the creaky wooden stairs calmly. My dad smiled at me quickly before walking through the front door to get the car started.

Before I followed him out I walked into the kitchen placing a kiss on my mothers cheek who was watching a West African skit in French. She eagerly kissed me back on my cheek and hugged me before I left the house to walk to my dads car.

It was a silent journey with my dad and it went quicker once I inserted my airpods listening to my morning playlist, he listened to the news as always and it was the minimum amount of "communication" between us both during the morning. My dad usually had elevated stress levels due to work and because of that it caused him to lack certain emotions, he also didn't seem to talk as much as he used to. He did try his best to express his feelings but I didn't mind really because I understood what he was going through. I knew he loved me and that was all that mattered. He pulled up to the front of the school parking in front of the school gates and before I left I placed a cheek on his white stubbly cheek and opened the door before closing it gently behind me.

Coincidentally Lacey and Lauren were about to walk in together although Lauren seemed to lag behind her. I found it unusual since they were both normally late in the mornings. Lacey's appearance was different today and it seemed like she was trying to impress someone. Her hair was nicely curled and she had clear lip gloss on along with mascara on her long black eyelashes, normally she would come into school with a bare face and hair that seemed to be brushed for a few minutes. To be fair though she was already beautiful enough and it was obvious she usually did the bare minimum to get ready for school, I envied her slightly because of this but I was more appreciative of her. Unlike her sister Lauren, Lacey was tanned with dark brown eyes in contrast to Laurens blue. Lacey was also half black and half white unlike her sister who was fully white. Laceys dad was from the Ivory Coast but you wouldn't be able to tell since she inherited most of her mothers features. Although tanned her hair was naturally straight which caused people to label her as "white passing" but normally people would assume she was Spanish or Portuguese because of her complexion. One thing her dad did make sure to do before he passed away was teach her French, so it was quite useful for her.