We're all ugly when we cry

Chapter 2: New Beginnings

Just breathe ok? Your going to be fine... Those are the few words that rattle throughout my head as I stumble onwards. Keeping my head down and eyes glued to the floor boards I try to keep the water I'm dripping everywhere to the bare minimum.

A new school is never a good experience but for me it's become as common as my morning routine, this must be about my 5th secondary school this year. Yet normally I don't have to deal with entering the building looking like I went for a swim first.

They're all the same though. The same bland white-washed corridors, stained carpets and crumpled displays that can date back to three or four years, still not done up even after students have torn the corners and stolen pins holding the whole lack lustre design together.

Even the people are the same...

The popular girls

The popular boys

The nerds

Jocks

And so on...

Those are the main ones you hear more often but you can get others that have crept into society... for example these guys; black eyeliner and dyed black hair with an emotionless expression... Goths. Then I guess there's a couple like me. The rejects, wearing black to hide in the shadows and keeping words to a minimum to avoid all social interaction. You learn that headphones easily become your best friend as time passes.

I glanced down to the timetable I was holding, the corners already worn and discoloured thanks to the rain outside.

Period 1: maths-room m3
Period 2: history-Room h2
Period 3: art-room a2
Period 4: music-room mu6
Period 5: English-room e5

I hurried into the girls toilets to clean up before class started. My waterproof mascara had managed to stay intact however my winged eyeliner was dripping down my face...

I looked like a drowned rat. skinny, black jeans clung to my legs and my band top holding the "my chemical romance" logo draped across my body looked as fed up as I felt. With an exasperated sigh, I started to clear up my makeup with the extra I had remembered to bring.

After I had finished, I quickly poured out the lake of water that had been stored in my converse. And stood under the hand drier, surprised that I managed to dry off quicker than expected.

I gave myself a once over in the mirror to see if I looked decent enough to show my face, yet disappointed with the reflection. I had never been pretty, always that girl who people say look pretty but your actually average so you never stand out from the rest. Which is kind of a good thing, it allows me to be invisible.

I'm nobody...

I quickly brushed the dark chestnut hair and long side swept fringe making sure the style was still intact and that there was plenty of volume before heading to maths in M3.