Different but Better

𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭.

𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞
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I go up to my room, part of me wishing I was normal I suppose, the other part not giving 2 shites. Well, best get this done, I'll forget if I do it any later.

I grab a suitcase, not sure why I have it, I've never been on holiday, well I have, if a year 6 residential counts, mam only payed for it cos she wanted 3 days peace.

I shove in some clothes, I don't really have a set style, sometimes I dress like a 50 year old football hooligan, other times I dress like a road man, I dunno.

I grab all my football medals and trophies, my most prized possessions, one catches my eye.

The first ever medal I won, I was about 3 I reckon, Ella took me to some toddler class, and that's where it all started, I tear up at it, I don't do that often mind ya.

"What else, what else...?" I say to myself pacing the room, "Oh yeah, me bloomin CD player!" And my very built up collection of actual CD's, I'm very proud of it.

I'm extra delicate placing these in, obviously, before calling it a night, anything else can't be that important anyway.

I'm very weird, I don't sleep normally, I make a little best in the middle of my bed, it's way comfier, it don't make much difference though, cause I can hardly fall asleep either way, honestly.

The next morning, I'm stood in front of the mirror, trying to build up the courage to brush my teeth, I'm not nasty or owt, I just can't stand mint and it takes a while to get myself to do it. This is before, I hear a pomp outside the house.

"Fuckin 'ell, she's here already?" I say to myself lifting the blinds to see out the window, before I rush to my room to chuck on some clothes, nowt fancy duh, just the man u 3rd shirt for this season, some shorts, and black air forces.

I run downstairs, before realizing I'd forgot ma suitcase, then running back up, grabbing it, and gettin fuckin stuck on it were that big.

My mum rolls her eyes, she's always got a problem, before I see Ella, I run up to her and jump on her, yeah, I love her, maybe this won't be bad.

"Hiya Charlie, you've grown!" One good thing is she doesn't call me Charlotte, she says Charlie,what I like, it's way cooler.

She helps me put my suitcase in the back of her car, and I sit in the back, tapping on my knees, waiting for her and my mum to stop chatting. Mam's probably spittin a load of bollocks.

Ella better not believe her, or she's the worst cousin EVER. Just kidding, I'd probably get over it within a day, but still!

"Right ready to go?" She asks, from the front seat, I nod, letting out a sigh of relief as we leave the street, it's like I'm leaving the whole town.

I'm not for info, she lives about 10 minutes away, so I'll still have to go to the same shitty school,with shitty teachers, shitty kids and just everything that's shitty. At least I'm not with mum anymore, positive thinking always.

"So, we'll get home, you can put all your stuff away in your new room, and well discuss stuff, your mums told me a lot."

"A whole lot of soddin bollocks..." I roll my eyes and mumble that to myself.
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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭.
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