I didn't take my meds today.
Two days ago Caitlin Adams asked if I was bipolar because I was into her on Monday but by Friday I had figured out that she was too demanding.
But those words, that question... it seeped into my soul and tarnished my tho...
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We passed through the Wintery streets of Lakeland suburban town.
I tried to look, gauge what I was letting myself in for but condensation blurred the windows beyond my vision. Beside Cam, I squirmed in the orange-plasticky seat uncomfortably. I wasn't used to wearing a skirt this short but the academy upheld a very strict uniform policy, skirts must stop just above the knee and all females are obligated to wear them.
The bus rumbled to a halt and everyone scattered to get off, unlike them though - I dragged my feet.
Starting at a new school was never nice, it didn't matter how many times you do it, even if that magic number was six, like mine.
Most of the snow had melted, leaving behind a grey slippy slush that clung to my ugly black Mary Janes. Although the snow was gone it didn't stop the cold ripping through the wind and attacking my face.
Typical now that I was suited and booted in thick footwear and an insulated padded coat the winter slowly slipped away. Where was Liams Amex when all I owned was thin worn out flannels?
I caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection of a cars tinted glass window. I looked and felt ridiculous, navy and white tartan skirt, white chiffon blouse and a button up fitted blazer proudly presenting the Lakeland Academy crest.
I should be grateful. Liam and Olivia were forking the private school tuition bill out of pocket. But realistically, it was a waste of time.
In the matter of weeks I would be back living at my fathers two up, two down townhouse. Until then I was forced to walk among the wealthy kids, who complained about first world problems and colour coded which cars they drove depending on the day.
The quaint building was exactly how I imagined, old-worldly with a strong British feel. The smell of dusty book pages entangled with wood polish twitched my nose.
Weaving my way through the fancy hallways, each person looked like a clone of one another. Dressed the same, immaculately primed and they all had that look about them, the entitled; daddy issues look.
I had the daddy issues, just not the entitlement.
The school admissions office had provided me with a welcome pack, complete with a map and class schedule. At this school they had strange lessons, like performing arts, Ivy League prep and orchestra. My first period was bog-standard though, biology with Mrs K Green.
My eyes simmered over the classroom of prim and proper teenagers, non of which paid any attention to me. "Sit down!" The snarky teacher snapped, clearly I took too long trying to find my place in this society.
