Kiesha Maxwell is a rather lonesome girl who avoided at school because of her peculierness. She labels everything as boring and spends her time under a light reading books. Once she is enrolled in a strict High School, she is bullied to an extent. K...
I woke up that morning feeling even worse. My nose was runny and there were dark bags under my bags. To make it even worse my light headache had transformed into a migraine. I flopped back on bed only to be dragged back out by my mother.
"Your new school starts tomorrow, you need to get up early." She'd declared, forcing me awake. I'd groggily refused but my mother showed no sympathy to my unwell circumstances.
I dragged myself to change, picking a light weight comfortable shirt and occasional sweat pants. A daily task such as making my hair seemed impossible. I brushed through the dark knotts and curls, forcing it to be straight. I usually wouldn't care about how my appearance looked , but the idea of facing a completely new school tomorrow intiminaded me, urging me to brush on.
After managing a suitable appearance for my bangs I scrambled downstairs, almost falling asleep on my way down the staircase.
My mother had fortanately laid out bacon as well as eggs across the dinnner table, and I hurried over at the sparkling sight.
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I snarfed down the meal in a matter of seconds, letting the thick egg white preface inside my mouth, then cutting open the golden yolk. It was a mouthwatering meal as I began to bite chunks of the bacon-meat, enjoying how the sizzles fizzed inside my mouth.
Yum.
I forked at the lettuce and tomatoes, taking a deep smell before stuffing my face.
"Your gonna wash the dishes right?" Mom asked from where she sat at the table opposite of me, drinking from a mug.
"I'm eating." I groaned, emphasizing the warm taste of the food.
She took a long sip from her mug, before touching her finger to her lip in a thoughtful manner.
"Oh yeah your school uniform arrived. You should try it on to make sure it fits."
"It's fine. As long as you got size small it's fine-."
"Oops, I got medium." She clicked her tongue.
"Wha- mom how do you not know my size-." I turned to her in surprise, forking another tomatoe in my mouth.
"I do. I've bought you all your clothes. I just- well, a week ago you were eating a lot, and I thought-."
"It was a sushi buffet. And that's mean." I pointed to myself with the fork dramatically.
"Just try it on. And make sure you study. High School is a big deal. Exams, Tests, G.P.A, Grades, you know the drill." She stirred around the mug, before leaving me alone to stare at my empty plate.
I dropped my head to the table letting out a long groan, the pain on the sides of my head throbbing intensely. I took a 2 minute power nap before dragging myself up to clean the table.
The only colorful part was the jet blue tie and skirt, which didn't suit the dark jacket or under shirt, in my opinion.
And of course the long knee-high socks added more emphasis to the whole gothy scenario.
To make it worse, since it was a medium size, the jacket fell down to my plaid black skirt making me look like some kind of Hogwarts professer if they had misdone a spell.
How I looks in uniform:
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