Girl On Film

Chapter 2 - Big Plans

Gigi POV

My day has been moving smoothly, classes are flying by like it's nothing, I'm enjoying every bit of them, I'm finally doing something I love. Here and there my mind drifts to the random guy that bumped into me. God how clumsy, he seemed like an idiot, and then he tried apologising sounding all nervous. Him and his friends are...something for sure. One of his friends is here actually, I saw Jaida talk to him earlier, but I paid them no mind. I snap out of my thoughts and continue keeping notes up until the end of the class. "Girl I'm thinking of throwing a party, start the semester right, you know?" Jaida tells me out of nowhere as we're packing up to leave. "A party? Already? Miss Jaida Hall what a responsible student you are." I say sarcastically. A party would definitely not be bad, and it most probably will give us some kind of a reputation around here. "Who will you even invite?" We literally know no one yet, so I'm a little confused. "I'll start with our classmates, I'll tell Nicky and Dahlia to invite some of their classmates and then the crowd will build itself up." God she's a genius when it comes to that stuff. "Okay yeah, a party would be nice." As we've now made our way to the parking to meet the other two I see him. His back is turned to me, but I'd recognise that mullet and that...choice of a shirt anywhere. I roll my eyes thinking it's impossible to see him again, especially this soon and I'm reminded of his cringe moment this morning.

We've now met up with Nicky and Dahlia and Jaida is telling them about her idea. "Why am I even surprised you suggested a party?" Nicky says with her heavy french accent. We all laugh at her words and start discussing details, even though the party isn't happening for at least a day or two since we have to prepare. We talk some more, about our classes, our first impressions of the college, doing a general catch up and then we each get in our cars and drive to our homes.

As I go inside my house I'm greeted by my parents sitting in the living room, each doing their own thing. "Hi mom hi dad!" I greet them excitedly and begin talking about my first day "...and then I had a fashion history class it was so interesting I'm telling you..." But my voice starts to get quieter and quieter by the second seeing their uninterested faces. My dad isn't even looking at me as I speak, instead being focused on his laptop, probably doing something work related. I stop talking and just go upstairs to my room shutting the door behind me. I fall on my bed and turn on my phone and go through one of my playlists. The soft sound of Cry by Cigarettes After Sex fills my room as I stare up at the ceiling. I sometimes wish my parents were more involved with my life, sure they're keeping a roof over my head, they're funding my education, but would it hurt them to actually care about how my life is going? I am their only daughter after all, my dad especially was so affectionate with me when I was a little girl but after my 16th birthday he just grew colder, same as my mom. I did ask them about it one day and my mom's excuse was that now that I've grown up they have more time to focus on managing their company. My dad owns a law firm and my mom works there as well, and something tells me they'd both hoped I would take up law as well. I could see their disappointment when I told them I want to study fashion design.

After a lengthy moment of wallowing I look over at my desk, seeing an unfinished dress of mine and I decide to work on it again, maybe I can finish it by the time of the party. God I really need this party, I need something to make me feel good. Gigi never pities herself and yet here I am today, the indifference of my parents getting me down even though I was sure I've gotten used to it.
I start working on the dress, firing up my sewing machine and letting myself focus intensely on the task at hand. It's not much I've got left to do, just the finishing touches one could say. I try applying some basic techniques we were shown on our first ever workshop, it wasn't really anything I didn't know, but rather things I neglected or skipped over. I take the dress away and place it on my mannequin sewing up some final details by hand. As I'm doing so I manage to stab my finger with the needle, hissing at the sting of the small puncture. I place the needle back in the box and I rush to the bathroom to clean up my finger not wanting any traces of blood on my garment.

The cold water soothing the sting, I look in the mirror and notice a few tears streaming down my cheeks, I'm not full on crying, but I'd be lying if I said I noticed. After making sure the bleeding has stopped I wipe my eyes and head back to my room, deciding it'd be best to lie down. I scroll through social media for a while, seeing nothing new I turn my phone off and get up again. I change into a pair of shorts and a random oversized t-shirt and try my best to fall asleep.

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