Chapter two: photographs

3 0 0
                                    


After a couple days of routine my sister and her friend have found themselves loving school with a passion for science while I'm sitting in the void with little time to tape myself back together to focus on my looming GCSE's. 

How fun. 

Today was picture day and I was not looking forward to it in the slightest, I'm the most un-photogenic person to say the least. 

To top it off with my unruly hair, tattered blazer streaked with paint from my history with art class and my nerdy glasses I only wear to school I'm left of looking like a hideous combination of Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood.

It's like the universe is taunting me by forcing me to relive my past through my little sister and it hurts. 

As usual I'm treading behind them wondering when it would be the best time to join in on their conversation which never seems to happen. 

With my eyes glued to the pavement I surrender myself to my thoughts. 

I don't know why I'm so hung up on the past.

 I believe it's because now I think I could've done more, that it didn't have to be this way.

 As a people pleaser it stings for your best to never be enough.

 I'm not lonely. 

I'm not lonely I have other friends, nice people to hang out with. 

Why can't they distract me or make me feel content. 

As cliche as it sounds me and Jazz were like two halves of each other, she would help me feel more confident and I would be able to calm her down when she got to much for others. 

I'll never take anything for granted again that is for sure.

After another wretched bus ride I find myself in a snaking queue of teenagers waiting for their photographs.

 Girls huddled around each other like penguins, smothering on sparkly lipgloss and peering at themselves through minuscule mirrors being their usual narcissistic selves.

 I can't really say much as my current state is somewhat awful but hey at least I don't stoop that low.

 "Please enter the hall in an orderly fashion" the head of our year orders. 

She is a thin, tall woman with a pair of eagle eyes which are prepared to point out your mistakes. 

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Apr 18, 2022 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

Guilt's Deathly GripWhere stories live. Discover now