run away

new school, same old me

I remember waking up screaming and crying. First day of school. It was never the way i wanted it to be. It always scared the crap out of me. I got up, slowly walked downstairs, the house was weirdly quiet. I liked it. I hated when my family was around. Always loud. I preferred silence. I made myself a bowl of cereal as I looked around my house. It wasn't boring, my mum didn't like the modernity most houses have, our house had a personality, I loved it. I got too distracted and never finished my bowl of cereal, when I had to get dressed and leave. And so I did. I picked out a nice, green-ish long sleeve and a pair of blue bell bottoms. I put my hair up in a ponytail and made sure to lock the front door as I left my house. My new school wasn't far from me, a ten, maybe a fifteen minute walk. I walked slowly, I wasn't hurrying. On my way to school I noticed a lot of nice cars passing by, deep in my heart I wanted to believe they belonged to middle-aged people heading to work, but the second I stepped onto the parking lot, I was proved as wrong as I could've. Damn. I didn't know people were this rich here. You see, I lived with my dad most of my life, sadly, he passed 2 years ago, but my mum, not wanting to put me through joining a school halfway through a school year, decided that it would be better for me if I was homeschooled till high school. And so I was. I felt so lost, everyone seemed to know each other around here, I felt like an alien, like everyone's looking at me. I zoned out for a couple seconds, when I felt a tap on the shoulder, as I turned back, I saw my old friend. I used to visit him whenever I came over to my mums place, whether it was when I was 3 or 14, I always did. I smiled softly.
-Hey- he said, interrupting me, trying to say the same. He laughed at it
-Which class Madame?- he asked jokingly, I chuckled to myself as I explained to him how little to no idea I had about where I had to go. I saw so many people passing by us, I was so stressed, social anxiety could be my second name, if it wasn't sauge. I don't think I ever told you my name. I'm Camilla-Sauge-Louse. Quite the toungue twister isn't it? I'm 16 and have just started high school. Proper, high school. My friend, his names Lucas, tho i never call him that, he's been luke ever since i first met him- as a little baby. I don't think this will ever change.

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