Robyn\ Chapter 5
New me, New bullies, and Mum?
I brushed my newly dyed hair, it being now all red. Dad let me, as a new start.
To somewhat forget the pain from my bullies in Australia.
"Hey Dex!" I greeted, sitting next to the messy haired boy.
"Hey Robyn. Nice hair." He says, and I smiled.
"So, anything exciting today?" I asked, spinning an apple around on my fingers.
"Nah. Just normal."
Normal....
El time skip
I tried to open my locker for the twentieth time. The lock won't work or something.
I groaned, resting my head against the locker.
"Need some help?" A guy asked, his blonde hair a mess.
"Desperately Mate. Thanks." I say, my Australian accent coming through.
"Nice accent. I can tell your not from around here. You from?" He asked, opening my locker.
"Australia. My dad and I moved here a little while ago, this is only my second day here." I heard myself saying, until a sharp voice cut me off.
"James! Why are you near this loser!" A girl with a way too short skirt and ten pounds of make-up said.
"Well, at least I'm not a slut." I muttered, pulling out my math binder and hanging my backpack up.
"Oi! She ain't a loser, put some pants on and we can talk." Sky says, and I laugh. The brit looked pissed, her blue eyes sparkling with anger.
The girl huffs, turing around. Sky opens her locker next to mine, pulling out a sketch book.
"Thanks Mate." I say, and Sky smiles.
"No prob. Vikklan has to stay together." She says, and I laugh.
El time skip
I log into Mineplex, hitting the air and running around wildly.
"You look retarded with that skin." Dex says, his skin being a Starbucks cup with a derpy smile.
Someone kicked PumpkinSpiceLatte from the party.
"Try me Mate."
El time skip
I walked downstairs, my eyes widening when I saw her.
"Mum?"
Hero Herro! I hope you enjoyed this part!
Stay fabulous my Killjoys!
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