*Beep Beep Beep Be-*
The noise of my alarm ceases as it collides with the floor. Why did I even have this alarm? The only good thing about it was the cute cartoon of a polar bear with a beanie on the clocks face. I drag my fatigued body into the kitchen where my phone lays charging, opening it to check the date.
"Hmm Monday the most hated day of the week. Shortly followed by Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday." I begin making my usual breakfast, two pieces of toast covered in ripened avocado.
It wasn't until I saw the date my stomach decided it would be a great idea to do a 360.
"First day back at school. Great." I was sure I didn't say that allowed until I heard even worse news in reply.
"Actually Holly, its first day at Westview." Mum wraps her slender arm around my shoulders, her smile showing off her freshly whitened teeth.
"Oh wow, even better now Monday's don't seem so bad anymore I just need to start drinking green juice and take up running and I'll be the super-daughter." I peal off her arm emphasising on 'super-daughter'.
Her smile had already left as soon as she heard the sarcastic comment leave my mouth, but now her mouth has curved into a frown - the lines in her forehead clearly visible.
"Holly would you stop being so negative about attending Westview, you have a whole new chance of being someone new."
I roll my eyes at the last part of her speech. All she wanted was a different daughter, a super-daughter. She has this plan where she sends me to this stupid councillor every Tuesday in order to "Get her daughter back" to "Be herself again" my personal favourite "Make her go back to how she was before". Sorry Tracy but there's no re-wind button in life.
"That's a new one? I much prefer your earlier terms such as annoying and frustrating."
I wink her as I take a bite of my - now cold toast.
"Holly. I told you I am sorry for using those words, I am but that is how I am feeling. I realise those words can really affect teenagers with depr-"
"Okay Mum when are you going to drop the big D word? We've gone over this." I throw my plate into the sink and start heading up the wooden stairs.
"You can't ignore this Holly. You need to accept what has happened and move on, Greg suggested-" The profound words stopped leaking out of her mouth as I slammed my bedroom door.
Fucking bitch. Trying to turn me into someone I was, someone I'm not. She out of all people has all nerve to tell me to let it go? let it go.I still can't fathom how fast she got over it, two months to be precise. And Greg. Fucking Greg. I wouldn't give one fuck if they were secretly screwing each other to be honest, but bringing his name into our home. I can't believe this.
Once I finish brushing my teeth I move onto straightening my hair. And after a little bit of effort into a natural makeup look, I choose out my outfit for school. Blue ripped jeans, followed with a cream cardigan and my white converse. I almost look like a normal girl. I grab my bag, loaded with the school essentials and my purse which contains $14.75. All for food of course.
Westview High, Holly Lee is coming for you, and by that I mean I'm going to try and make this semester go as fast as I can.
The bus drops me off outside the school entrance. The scent of testosterone and dust consumes me. I guess this is it.
I take a deep breath.
"Remember Holly. No attachments."
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A.n - the photo is what Holly looks like (Madison Beer) just thought she looks pretty but at the same time like a normal person.
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