Disaster's awakening

Chapter 1: Normal day {Stassie}

Song's chapter: 'If I Were a Man'

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I let out a soft huff of annoyance, looking wearily into the mirror. I was wearing large baggy jeans, a belt, and a bustier top which fit well with my figure. I quickly brushed my hair which removed all the tangles with ease before looking at my face. The person I saw staring back at me had pale skin and large blue eyes far too big for her face... I take one last look at my outfit before frowning. Too much skin, my mother would kill me if she saw me like this. I waste no time taking the nearest hoodie and popping it on without any second thoughts.

I hum silently, ticking down the mental notes of my morning routine.

1.) Clean my face – Complete

2.) Brush my teeth – Complete

3.) Brush my hair – Complete

4.) Get dressed in suitable clothing – Complete

Huh, guess I only have one thing to do. I investigate myself through the mirror one final time before taking out my trusted 'Chanel' mascara. It was the only makeup my mother allowed me to wear unless I wanted the classic witty comments; for example, her saying 'You look so slutty'. I roll my eyes at the thought and carefully apply the mascara, my hands slightly shaky from the anxiety.

'You can't be so reckless with your looks! Are you trying to ruin our reputation?'

I grimace at the harsh words of my mother many months ago. Finishing the final touches of my appearance I watch as my golden hair fits into its place perfectly. I gave myself a proud look before looking down at my watch.

8:32 AM

Shit!

My eyes widened in shock as I scurried to my desk for my glasses, I put them on quickly and ran down the stairs. I pass the kitchen at lightening speed, a normal occurrence for me as I try to keep my food consumption down and I grab my bag from Miss Jones, my favourite maid. I waved her a quick goodbye and made my way to school.

1:10 PM

My head turns to the clock at the back of the classroom, 1:10 PM. Only 20 minutes to go. I  couldn't help but smile smugly as the teacher passes out the science tests, he's such an annoying ass. But he doesn't affect my grades, I studied for an entire month; I already know the grade I'll be getting. I wait patiently as my teacher comes over, his eyes scanning my face.

"...well done, Stassie, 100% again." He mumbled before going on to the next person, he had seen my test results numerous of times before so it was not much of a shocker for him. Julie, my best friend, leaned over to see my paper. She let out the most exhilarated gasp known to mankind and her bottom jaw dropped.

"Damn girl! You need to give me some tutoring you smart-ass!" She said with an amused giggle.

I glance over at her results, 85%.

"You're not far off you know? If you struggling with revision you can message me, alright...?" My voice said softly, I'd love to see my best friend so happy and get 100%.

I see her smile crookedly, so energetic like always. No wonder she's so good at netball, it amazes me how high she can jump, or maybe it's just her height. Either way, I could never compare to her in something like that.

I discuss our grades quietly before my eyes catch some movement at the door. I observe a person entering the classroom and talking to the teacher. I feel my heart drop but why? I'm never in trouble so why do I have to worry? It probably doesn't have anything to do-

"Stassie, the principal has asked you to go to his office and wait outside," a young girl said, interrupting my inner monologue, she must have been passing a staff member who asked to come get me. My blood ran cold.

How could I let this happen!? I've done my best in everything so why was I in trouble? My friend looks at me puzzled at the news. She gives me a reassuring look but as I stand, I feel beady eyes staring at me...they're all grinning and giggling at me... They are probably talking shit about me...

I suck in a breath of air, pressure absorbing my mind as I sped out of the classroom and walked out of the office.

What did the Principal want from me? 

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