Jemma I write short sensitive friendless
The call me weak. Though I am am strong. I can hold up the wall, until you break it down...
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Our car pulls up outside my new school and the feelings I have wont go away. Nerve, regret, fatigue. Emotions going through my system, making me want to forget, need to forget, the last time. I close my eyes and breathe.
"Ready Jem". My mum says encouragingly "This is your chance to start fresh". She thinks she can relate to the trauma I felt. I felt alone, worthless, unwanted. But I know she means well so I give a halfhearted smile before climbing out of the car. I wave as the silver exterior disappears around the corner. I must do just that. Put on a new personality. A shiny new exterior to cover up my flaws.
I walk in the main entrance of the school, the dark structure looming above me, mocking me. I was so nervous, my heart was beating out of my chest. The nonsense, uneven, illogical rhythm of my heart. I reach the office door, take a deep breath and walk inside.
The lady at the reception desk glances up at me. She has a pearl necklace, obviously fake, big droopy earrings and a face that looks like she's sucking on a lemon. "You must be Jemma." The lady says. I give a slight nod. "I'll have someone take you to your class." She says all this like she's smelt something most disgusting. Maybe she hates kids? After a good ten minute a girl appears in the doorway.
"Are you Jemma?" She questions "yes" I mumble back. But then I change my mind. New place, new person. "Call me Jem." I stand up and walk towards her "what's your name?"
