in which shy english boy james maguire helps the pretty hippie rediscover herself
lowercase intended
mature language
themes of disordered eating and mental health
indigo meadows groaned at the sound of her alarm clock going off, sitting up and twisting, her back making a satisfying crack as she yawned.
it was her and her friends first day back at our lady immaculate college, and indigo was not looking forward to it.
she shuffled around her quiet house, slowly getting ready for the day.
the irish girl had never been remotely happy about school, but after the summer she'd had she was dreading it more than ever.
she pulled on the dark green and navy blue tartan skirt, buttoning up her white shirt and loosely tying her tie, the restricting item hanging around her neck lazily.
she tugged on a green and blue striped sweater that she'd stolen from her brothers wardrobe after noticing it went perfectly with the rest of her uniform.
sliding her rings over her chipped black nail polish and onto her fingers, indigo squinted at the sun that hit her face as she stood in front of her mirror.
she outlined her tired eyes with black, making her light green irises pop, curling her lashes before pulling her brown hair into half up half down buns, the underneath layers of her hair adorned in strands wrapped in colourful thread and faded dyed pieces from her experiment with bleach over the summer.
she pulled her black socks over her knees, sliding on her dark green converse - also stolen from her brother - before going downstairs.
she stood in the kitchen doorway, before making her way out of the door, the idea of eating making her feel slightly nauseous.
jumper & jewellery :
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her black bag rested heavily over her shoulders as the weight of her blazer stuffed at the bottom of it pulled down on her back.
she walked to the bus stop, spotting her four friends stood around it, looking up and down the road for her.
she smiled lazily at them when they caught sight of her, raising her defined eyebrows slightly at the curly headed boy beside michelle.
the boy in question stared back at her, slightly dazed as he took in her effortless appearance, his eyes trailing from her worn green converse to her large jumper, and up to the splatter of dark freckles around her face before meeting her piercing eyes.
