Finally dad said I could go to school but that we was moving. At first I was distraught at the idea of not being able to visit moms grave until he reassured me that we are only moving one town over and that there was a bus that took you from town to town. The move also meant I had to move school which I didn't mind. A fresh start. Dad said we moved in a week so I spent every day of that week earning money. When dad saw the money I had saved he asked what it was for.
"New school new me." I smiled "mom always hated how I was."
"How was you?" Dad asked as he sat on my bed
" I was popular and rude. When we move I don't want to be that." I walked over to all my photos of me and my friends on the wall (making sure to pack any of me and mom) and ripped them up. "New me."I smiled uncomfortably.
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By Saturday I had £346 to spend on new clothes and school stuff, dad said he would pay for furniture for my room. At the moment my fashion sense was dress like barbie. In all fairness I looked like barbie, inheriting my dads blonde hair. That wasn't the look I was after. My first stop was the hair salon. My hair was blonde down to my hips with a middle parting, when I left it was dark brown with a side fringe and was at the bottom of my boobs. That cost £47. £299 to go. Next I walked through the cheap pound stores and charity shops and found a few cloth shirts and black skinny jeans. Eventually I went to the band shop (they sell band t-shirts) and bought t-shirts with my favourite bands such as greenday and pierce the veil on. My next stops were WH Smiths and the lingerie store. I bought school utensils and underwear that weren't thongs. My final stop was the shoe store where I bought a pair of vans, a pair of doc Martins and some black converse. I was happy with my purchases.
I did all my bedroom shopping online and set it to deliver to the new house that we was moving into tomorrow. I panicked about moms grave but remember what mom used to say to me 'don't fill your head with worries'
I became calm again.
Things are finally looking up for me.
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