Gorillaz and me (PT 4)

Chapter 25

"Sia! Hurry up love! We're gonna be late for-"

"Don't yew mean Me? I'm going to be late for school..."
High School. Highly unusual for someone like me to still be in. I'd be in collage now if i didn't "spontaneously" drop out. But...i suppose it's time i go back. And i can't go to a university until I complete ALL the classes i missed.
"Ugh...i feel ridiculous in this uniform. How was i ever able to wear this?"

So...i may or may not of made a non-sober agreement to give up on the band and live with mum to avoid making more mistakes.
That meant leaving behind everything over there.
   Even Cy...who i was hoping was recovering. I'm fine with it. Its not like they even bothered getting in contact with me after a few weeks anyways. As usual. All too busy with band stuff.
It was better this way. Not to mention, No more wolf girl.
It was nice to be at peace for once. No yelling or shouting.
No being scolded for things i didn't do. And no crowds. It was just me and mum. Sure mum had the occasional loud evening with her mates but at least I was able to get decent sleep. Sometimes.
I hear mum laugh from her mirror as she was applying her cherry red lipstick.

"Well 'm glad you're giving it another go. I shouldn't of kept you home for all those years either. Yew need mates. And good education. Somethin' I wasn't able to provide."

"Hey."
I smirked with my arms crossed as I buttoned up my blazer.
"You're a great flat mate."

"I'm your mum. I'm supposed to be your mate."
She ruffle my hair as she steps out into the living room, grabbing her handbag.
"Come on love we don't want to miss the bus."

Mum was taking me today because not only was it my first day but a new school entirely. New City too. Great Baddow high school in Chlemsford. Charming little place. Beautiful cathedral, nice landscape...an average every day English down. A bit far from Halstead but that's where mum wanted to take me.

Once we reached the School I froze a bit. Remembering back to the last time I actually went to school. But i was ready. I needed a head start to an average life and staying at home all day was unhealthy. At least that's what Mum said.

"Yew know...i don't have an issue going back to Ramsey. This is all a bit-"

"Want me to hold your hand?"
Mum chucked teasingly. My face reddens from embarrassment which made her giggle a bit with a faint snort.
"C'mon love. 'm sure it's a lovely School. Let's just try it out alright. Besides. I'm sure everyone else is just as nervous as you are on the first day."

I bowed my head nervously. I'm sure she was right but it was kind of hard to blend in when you're literally animated.
I walked beside my mum to the front door. Feeling myself panic a little but gulp down my fear as I breathe in the fresh autumn air.

"I think I can make it from here Mum."
I fibbed a bit but. It was now or never on gaining independence. I can't be a mummy's girl forever.

"Are you sure? We can-"

"I'll be alright Mum. I promise. I'll text you if i have any issues yeah?"
I heard a bell from the inside, making me jump a little. This made me anxious. Yet I had to face the fact that nobody was going to hold my hand forever. Its now or never.

"Awww..."
Mum tisked a bit placing her hands on my cheeks.
"Look at my little Si-Si...growing up so fast. It felt like only a day ago i was cleaning up sick from my shirt and singing you and Graham to sleep. And now your on your last year of secondary."

I knew she was trying to embarrass me. And it was working, shoving her away with rose coloured cheeks I grunted.

"Mum stop! Just- I'll be fine. I gotta go."
And off i went running in. I wasn't sure what to do or where to go...so i fallowed everybody to the morning assembly. Every school had them for the very first day. Im just glad I remembered that. Otherwise I would've looked like an idiot.

After the assembly we all headed to our first class. Mine was Art. Surprisingly mum put me in something i was interested in. For once.
I was on high alert. Reading the numbers on the doors, or at least trying to. Of course my "being normal" act never really went well...
Making my way to where i thought I was going I was immediately hit in the shoulder by a taller student.

"Oy! Watch where you're goin'!"
He nearly shoved me over as he pushed his way through...not much of a welcome but...it was fine.

"S-Sorry...i was just...erm...sorry."
It wasn't like i could see him to begin with. It was always hard to see, no benefits from being half blind. I then soon felt a hand on my back which caused me to tense up.

"Excuse me, Miss...are you alright?"
It was a teacher. Heels...brown hair. Average looking.
I look at her, locking eyes. She seemed puzzled but figured it out quickly.
"You're visually impaired arent you?"

Impaired? Oh...she meant blind. Yeah. Only half way. I gave her an embarrassed nod and a nervous smile.

"From the tip of my nose, left Miss..."

"Mrs. McLaughlin."
She stated placing a hand on my shoulder. She seems really nice.
"How about I help you get to your first class alright love. Don't need you bumping into anything and tripping over."

I nod and let her guide me. She was real nice. Most of my teachers I remember never really liked me much. Mostly because they knew who my mum was. But here...nobody knew.

"You're quite unique aren't you? What's your name love?"

"My name's Sirus...but...i preferred to be called Sia. Ehhh yeah thanks I guess. I get that a lot."

The teacher and I chatted and I chatted for a bit before settling down. Ironically enough she was the art teacher. She was real nice. Even the students seemed...alright. As far as kids younger than me could go. After all, being 16 and not in collage was...odd. My excuse... My birthday fell at a later date. Of course that being a lie I didn't care. As long as I wasn't being called daft or stupid for being sixteen and in year 11 was... Stupid.

Now you're probably asking, how does one drop out at year 9, skip year 10 and go straight to year 11 after not being in school for three years? It's complicated. Before i even got assigned to a class i took a simple test, and with a few of my mum's savings I was able to cheat my way to the appropriate classes. It wasn't collage but it was... Something.

First class was of course home room. Then art Art, followed by Maths, then science, PE was real easy...just simple stretches and a light jog everything else I could sit out in do to my asthma. And History. Everyone seemed nice and kind. And nobody was even asking me personal questions too like they did in Halstead. It...was nice.

Soon everyone was released for break. Not really having anywhere to go I stayed in the cafe in school. Sitting alone and eating a chicken wrap from the lunch queue. Nothing big. Afterwards, I had Design and Technology, and the two classes after, Economics and English.

It was a pretty average and quick day. It didn't take long before the day was over. Out of everything it was quite relaxing. I could get use to a schedule like this.

"Siaaaaa!"
I hear my mum call out to me from the front gate.

"Heh...hey Mum."
I stated a bit embarrassed now that she was being loud and making it obvious who she was.

"How was school my little-"

"Mum...please, don't embarrass me."
I hear mum give a snort. As she hugged me i couldn't help but notice a familiar scent.
Was..was she drunk? Not this again.
"Please tell me your not..."

"No, No of course not I only had a cider or two...or three."

"Right...Come on. Before you embarrass me more."

Well...this day was going well. But i guess old habits die hard. I suppose it can't really be help. I can't make one small blip ruin the whole day. Especially not this...
But. It happened more frequently than never and I only had one word for that. Irritating.