TW: MENTIONS OF SELF HARM
༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶It was the first day back to school after Christmas Break, and I was terrified to go back to BCS, I didn't know what was going to happen once I walked through those doors again, especially what had happened the week before break.
But none of that mattered, because Shannon was enrolled in the rich private school, Tommen College, and I was so glad she was getting out of BCS and going to have a fresh start at a brand new school. After that all she has been through since Junior Infant's I'm happy for her.
Shannon had woken up at the ass crack of dawn, and she started pacing around our room, which woke me up, and after I helped her calm down, she got dressed in her new uniform.
Then seconds later, she ran into the bathroom and started throwing because the nerves were getting to her.
Which I understand, starting a new school where you only know two people is nerve wracking, but I believe with one hundred percent certainty that Shannon will be grand.
She'll have Claire Biggs and Lizzie Young by her side, so at least she won't be alone, who we met during our second time doing Junior Infants.
The four of us were best friends almost immediately, they made school enjoyable for Shannon and I, even though i haven't seen them in a while because when they got enrolled at Tommen, Shan and I got enrolled at the local, overcrowded, public school in the middle of town.
And when the time had come and we had to start Ballylaggin Community School, we were not excited.
We had grown up with these people and most of them had bullied and made fun of us our whole lives, so you can only imagine how much we were dreading starting Secondary School.
I don't have one good memory about that school, never have and probably never will.
"Delilah." I hear Shannon say, and I look at her from where she is standing in the mirror. I look her up and down, admiring her uniform. It's really nice and she looks pretty in it.
The Tommen uniform consists of A white shirt, a Navy Jumper with the Tommen College crest on the breast, Red tie, Grey skirt that stops just below her small legs, Tan tights, Navy socks and two-inch, Black Court Shoes, that Mam bought her, then her hair us pushed back with my red Headband on.
"You look nice, Shan. really." I give her a comforting smile, but she doesn't return it. "I look like an Implant." She replies, with a frown on her face.
I stop smiling, and realise that she's probably right, we are both thin on the extreme, severely underdeveloped with no boobs, and it's obvious that we have never been hit by puberty like every girl our age. Neither of us have gotten our period yet, either.It probably doesn't help that we don't own makeup, which means our face's look as young as we feel.
Even though Shannon thinks that our eyes are too big for a face and the blue in ours is a shocking shade. My eyes are basically one of the only things I like about myself, well that and my hair.