un-loved

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i I had woken to the sounds of my alarm clock beeping, mentally groaning at how annoying the sound really was.

my mom ,my brother Noah and I had moved from Toronto to Bradford England just two days ago in hopes of my mom finding a new job here somewhere with her best friend ,but  for now we’re living in a rundown apartment with next to no money to pay for our bills. 

Anyway..My name’s Tegan Moon and I’m the type of girl you wouldn’t want to mess with. Living in the hoods basically all my life and constantly being bullied as a child has kind of made me put up these walls to say that I’m the type girl who is and has always been un-loved. I mean yeah sure my mom and brother love me and all but, my mom’s barely ever home always out looking for a job and has,as it seems, never found time to love and well, my brother has also become accustomed to the hood life and ‘loving’ can ruin a so called 'reputation' he's been building up for years.

i hit snooze and went back to sleep wishing i could dream the pain of going to a new school and meeting new people away but incidentally what seemed like only two minutes later my alarm went off again. i groaned and finally got up letting my long wavy auburn hair cascade down my back while i more like stumbled into the bathroom. To be honest i wasn't ugly at all. i was average height,i had gorgeous tan skin, with absolutely no pigmentation, big hazel eyes, nice full lips with a lip piercing on the left side of my bottom lip and a beautiful smile. but, did i feel beautiful? no. i was more of the school bully as you could say since as i a child people would always tell me how much of an ugly freak i was and even though i always tried not to get that kind of stuff to my head, i would still find satisfaction in taking my anger out on somebody else.

in a way i think moving half away across the globe is a good thing. new life, new friends and a new school. even though its going to be hard at first to let go of my walls and open up to people, at least i can try.

turns out my new school was only about a fifteen minute walk from my house and i still had about an hour to get ready. i hopped in the shower,  and then threw on some black skinnies,bright pink tank top with a black sweater, grey vans and a black beanie leaving my long wavy hair uncombed and wild just how i liked it. i  then applied some eyeliner and mascara which i absolutely cant live without and headed downstairs to be met by my mom drinking tea. i quickly kissed her good bye, grabbed an apple and walked to school. as I'm walking i cant help but notice the amount of druggies and alcoholics i see in alleyways. it reminds me of my past, how i once was at such a vulnerable state i would actually resort to drugs to release the pain. Mentally swearing i wouldn't let that happen to me again i kept walking until i finally reached my new high school and went straight to the office almost getting lost in the midst of reaching my destination. the moment i walk in I'm met by a skinny blond bimbo wearing a tight blue dress whom i ask for my schedule from and then quickly make my way to my first class which is thankfully, art. my favourite subject where i can let my thoughts go wild and draw what i really feel inside knowing that no one can understand me better than me and the canvas of paper i’ll be drawing on soon in class.

as i slip into my new class located on the topmost floor of the school, i go to the teacher and tell her who i am and quickly go to the back of the class taking a seat in the corner right next to a half broken window. Waiting for the rest of the class to appear as i go into thought about how I'm going to survive the next two years in this high school.