23/1/2016
I'm am freaking out majorly right now.
I thought I had been accepted into OC. My dad said I was going there.
In two days, I have my school interview thing.
Turns out, I haven't been accepted yet.
I'm so so so so scared I won't. I have to look acceptable. Meaning no piercings, no jewellery, try and dress presentable, basically all the things I can't do.
I mean, I can't imagine what I look like when I'm not wearing dark clothes.
But to get into this school I will do anything.
I will wear bright clothes.
I will have no piercings.
ANYTHING.
Because if I can't go here, I'm screwed. No other schools in the area.
But I'm trying to look up. I got accepted there the first time, heck, I was even accepted into the advanced class.
Liam said it's really hard to get into the advanced classes now, but he reckons I can get into the mathematics one for sure.
And he's really good at working the social scales, he'd make a good publicist.
He said that seeing as my mum went to jail, I could get some serious popularity. And if I say I'm on drugs, I'm pretty much set to be popular.
But I don't want that. I don't want to lie so people like me. Who cares if my mum went to jail? Does that affect me as a person? And where does popularity get you? When you leave school, popularity isn't gonna matter. It's not gonna get you a job. It's not gonna get you a home. It's not gonna get you a family.
I'm confident I'll get into OC. Well, trying to be confident.
But will that be enough??
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Recovery (Book 2)
Non-FictionAfter every tornado there's rubble. Stuff left to fix. Stuff to leave behind. I am the tornado. I can't fix my past, but I sure as hell am not gonna let it affect my future.