Chiara Daveys is living a good life in England - if you ignore her constant struggle with food, lack of a guardian and how she's constantly working to pay the bills.
At 17 years old, she's been unaware of her 6 brothers who have spent the 14 years o...
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First day of high school.
Kill me now.
Please.
As if getting out of bed at 7AM wasn't hard enough, I had to shower, pick out an outfit that was suitable for school but also wasn't ugly and do a whole curl routine.
Somehow though, I managed to do all that in the time it took Noah to get out of bed and dressed into a plain white t-shirt and a pair of light blue baggy jeans.
How?
Having gone to both a British primary school and secondary school, I've always had to wear a uniform. This meant that I never had to pick out an outfit which could be dress-coded.
At college, they never really regulated what we wore and I had known most of the people there since childhood, so could never be bothered to put much effort in to impress.
Here though? I've been warned of being dresscoded at school and I know no one. Other than Noah, of course.
So I just decided to wear black baggy trousers, a black cami top and a pink cardigan over the top. This way, I was mostly covered and wouldn't be sweltering in the September warmth.
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Slipping on my Uggs, I grab my handbag and leave my room, disconnecting my phone from my speaker and switching off my lights.
Fuck.
- AT SCHOOL -
So far, it's not been the worst. It hasn't been necessarily good either.
Just somewhat awkward as some teachers would stare at me, jaw agape, after reading out my surname. This was, of course, followed by some 'oh dear's and exasperated sighs.
Entering fith period, I chuck my bag down where the teacher directed me to sit.
She seemed nice and, for the first time today, there wasn't a whole deal made about me being a Moretti.
So instantly, she's my favourite teacher of the whole day. It also helps that she teaches English, which is a subject I'm naturally good at.
Archie sighs dramatically and also chucks his bag down on the seat next to me, "hey, table twin."
