Beautiful On Your Own

chapter 3

Chapter 3

I woke up to someone shaking me, I opened my eyes to see who.

" DAD!" I yelled, " what are you doing here?" I ask, letting him go from my hug.

" I had to see you off to school. There's some paper work that I have to fill out at the school. Now come on, time for the most important meal of the day." he replied.

I have always been close to my dad. I was daddy's little girl. Flynn and dad would play sport and talk about his future, he wanted to become a sports journalist, which mum and dad supported fully. But me and dad were a lot closer. Mainly because I wanted to become an actress. But my parents say that I need to get a good education first even though I could easily get a part in almost any movie. My name alone would get me the audition.

I got up and went down stairs for breakfast. As I ate Gran spoke, "So all of your books are on your desk, dear."

"And I just got off the phone with Jerry, she said that the rest of your stuff will be here within the week." dad said.

Jerry is dads assistant. She's in her mid 40's, she's got dark tan skin and medium length black hair. I love Jerry, she's the mother I never had. She's always looking out for me and doing stuff with me when mums to busy. She always knows how to cheer me up when I'm upset, like whenever I'm sad that mum doesn't make time for me she tells me that mum loves me and that she's a very busy lady. Then she would do what ever I was going to do with mum, with me. Even though she doesn't say it, I think she gets mad at mum whenever she doesn't make time for me. Jerry's pretty much assistant/baby sitter/unconditional best friend. When ever we move, Jerry's the only friend that moves with us. Don't get me wrong I've had plenty of friends but I lose touch with them. It happens every time. This time I want it to be different. I already wrote my friends from my old school, even if there were only two, at the airport. The rest of the girls at my last school were snobbish little brats. But that's what you get when you g to an all girls private school in the most expensive part of Sydney.

Any way, I went up stairs to change for school. I was so excited that I got to go to a school that didn't require a uniform. Pretty much all of the schools in Australia had uniforms, which is weird because everyone thinks all Australians are bogans and wear singlets, shorts and thongs. I asked my parents to enrol us in a public school because, firstly, I wanted to go to the same school as my brother and pretty much all private schools are single sex. Secondly I'm tried of the bitchy drama you get with an all girls school.

So here I am, getting ready for my first day at a public school... and I'm lost. I have NO idea what to wear. It's really cold here. Probably because we just left the Australian summer and landed right in the British winter. It's only the beginning to so I expect it will get colder! Great!

I dressed in maroon skinny jeans, a black sweater with white polka dots and black ankle boots and tied my long (and I mean like, to the bottom of my butt long) dark brown, wavy hair in a ponytail. I only applied powder and mascara. Then I grabbed my books and headed down the stairs. One of the things my mum taught me was how to be a natural beauty. That's one thing we like to do together, hair and make-up and clothes.

As I walked down stairs my dad took a picture and sent it to my mum. I did a little twirl for dad and Gran and then we were off. Normally Flynn and I would walk to school but today dad dropped us off.

Once we got to the school we went straight to the principals office. When we walked in Flynn and I were shocked to see the sight of our mother.

"Aw look at you guys, my babies!" she came over and hugged us both.

"Mum? What are you doing here?" I question, as we do that weird kiss-both-cheeks thing.

" I came to see my babies off to school for their first day!" she replied excitedly.

"If I do recall you were in New York when I started school and what was it-Paris! That's it Paris when Flynn started. Your only 11 years late.." I replied with a stone cold face. Her smile immediately dropped and she stepped aside in defeat.

I looked to the woman standing behind my mother. She was in her early fifties with her chestnut hair tied back in a low bun and she wore a white blouse with a purple high waist pencil skirt that came to the knee. She looked very kind and motherly kind of like a brunette, slimmer version of Molly Weasley.

"Hello Mr Bloom, I'm Mrs Moore, headmistress here at Rivershade High School."

"Hello, oh please call me Orlando." dad said, shaking the woman's hand.

"Of course. I was just talking to your lovely wife," she gestured to my mum, "Ah and you must be Flynn and Francesca. It's very nice to finally met you" she said as she shook your hands.

"Yes, please call me Frankie." I say, just as the bell rings.

God I hope today goes well!