The bad boy got me pregnant

Shopping for a new me

lol found this in my drafts from two years ago so why not post it :)D

I walk into the front door of my house greeted by my mum asking how school went

"Uh normal I guess"

I walk to my room , in the small house we have

My room isn't very personalised, it has wooden planks on the floor and has plain off- white coloured walls

There aren't any paintings or posters, just a single bed and a small cupboard

I sigh , sitting on my bed , wondering about how much fun my friends will be having now :(

I ask my mum if we can go to the mall and get some new clothes, and she says yes

my mum drives me to the shopping centre, its really hot outside and im starting to sweat, i hope no one sees me like this

We go inside and I see this shop call forever 21, ive heard about this store !

"hey mum can we go in here "

"sure sweetie"

at the front of the store there is this silver bralette that i saw Ariana wear ! I ask my mum if i can get it and she says no straight away.

"but mum ! If i want to be cool I need to wear this !"

"nup lets look at somrething else"

I see this plaid skirt and is so cute but when my mum asks she says its wayyyyy to short, but some of the girls wear even shorter skirts !

we end up in lowes buying this disgusting blue skirt that goes to me toes and a ferel top

today is my second day of school, and i decide if i want to make friends i have to wear some good clothes. I put on this singlet top and cut it with scissors so it shows my stomach, and then i try rolling my skirt up but it's just a big bump, so i get material scissors and chop 3/4 of the skirt off. I put a coat on top so my mum doesn't see , and then i put stockings on so my mum doesn't care about how short my skirt is ( she can't even see it underneath the coat ).

I decide that if i want to be skinny i can't eat lunch so i don't pack anything and then i quickly run out the door before my mum notices anything.

On the bus i take off my coat and stockings and when I get to school I already feel more popular, people are looking at me and asking if I want to sit with them at lunch.

I decide im too good for them and I will settle nothing less then Ariana and Justin's group.

When I get to homeroom Ariana waves me over and asks if i want to sit with her for geography.

Of coarce i say yes !

things are already going great, maybe I should look into doing a textiles class so i can get better at chopping off my clothes to make them shorter.

"Hey boo! I'm so embarrassed ... I've forgotten your name ?" , Ariana asks as her checks turn pink.

I answer theoretically - Luana. But that was my name back on the northern beaches of Sydney. Back when all I cared about was books and how many digits of Pi I could recite without looking. But things have changed, and I feel as though my name no longer connects to my new character.

Ariana probably thinks I have short term memory loss considering how long it's taken me to think up an answer to her simple question.

Finally I confidently state that my name is....

"Alison".

I don't really know why I said it to be honest - I watched a TV show a few months ago called pretty little liars. Felt as though that character Ali (minus the dissapearence over a couple years) seemed to be more of a persona I aspire to be.

Confident , pretty , and kinda bitchy.

Honestly, I don't know why this is so important to me. I assure myself it's because I'm rebelling on my parents for leaving me in this shit hole.

Yes of course. That's all it is. Nothing to do with that hot Justin guy. Nothing to do with wanting to be friends with Ariana. Everyone out here are bogans anyway !! I remind myself of my friends back in Sydney and realise they weren't much better then the kids here....

Almost as if the kids outside are listening to my internal thoughts, they light up some kind of ... I can't really see what it is from inside. It's not a cigarette, I've seen a lot of those around this school.

The girl next to me must of been watching me dazing outside the wooden window onto the dusty field scattered with patches of worn out grass. "See that guy with the lighting bolt shaved into his hair ? Thats Max. He's the schools drug dealer ... I can't tell if it's weed or cocaine".

I've heard those words in PE before but I didn't think anyone actually did drugs anymore. Well at least not where I lived, no one dare speak of such things. But now that I think about it, everytime id walk around those urban cafes around Newtown, in the corners I could smell something abit different but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

But now I realise what they were doing , and everyone around this ferel school is doing it.

That's somewhere I definitely draw the line - I promise myself that no matter how "popular" or "cool" I get , I wont ever involve myself with drugs or alcohol... or any sexual activity for that matter.

.....

The girl beside me shuffles in her chair uncomfortably, as her leg bounces up and down causing my table to shake. The fidgety girl stares at me, almost as if she is trying to decipher my character. 

"I don't know about you, who are you? Ive never seen you before", she asks as she brings her index finger just under her jawline. She has freckles and wavy hair, but theirs something about the contrast of her dark brown hair and grey-blue eyes that suggests mysteriousness. Curiosity gets to the better of myself, and since looking out the window to the now growing clump of druggo's outside the classroom isn't too entertaining - at least it isnt yet -  nor is the draining teacher at the front reciting the capitols of every country, so I decide to answer her question. 

I'm... Alison. Im from Sydney, but we moved here a week or two ago". 

The girl gives me a twisted smile, as if she's trying to hold back a laugh when I say Sydney. She looks down at her desk then goes back to stare at the teacher that no one is listening too. 

That was wierd... I wonder why she seemed so uncomfortable when I said I want from around here?

As if she can hear me, she looks at me again - "You really don't belong at this school. Ive seen it all happen before. A rich stuck up bitch from the coast comes interstate. See, you might seem perfect from the outside. Perfect grades, friends, but the innocence that lies beneath will show. Nothing wrong with being innocent, but its really best if you just stick with the nerds. It will end up back firing", she concludes. The girl then gives me a fake smile and turns around and starts talking to some guy next to her. 

What the hell??? Im so confused. My heart has dropped. I have no idea what to say. 

How did she read me so easily? My anger rises. For some reason I want to shove my fist into her stupid head. My body is so heated, I tap the girl on her shoulder and as she turns around the idea of physical abuse is disintegrated but a much better idea is planted and I am ready to give it to her....

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