Depression Hit Me Hard

12: School

That evening as I lay in bed, thinking about the possibilities on how I can ditch school the next day, a thought came.

First things first, I have researched on the term 'Secondary School' and it is said that there are different years, such as Year 1, Year 2 and so on. But why did Aunt Belle said I will be going to Secondary 5? Hmm. Is there something she's hiding from me? When I heard the front door closed, indicating that Aunt Belle and Uncle Spencer has returned from work, I waited patiently for everyone to get ready for dinner.

"Dinner's ready!" Mom exclaimed, she made dinner because Aunt Belle returned home late. Turns out she's a fashion designer. That explains why I have many fashionable clothes, shoes and dresses in my walk-in closet. I went down to the dining table and grinned at everyone, I don't want anyone suspecting I'm scared for tomorrow.

"So... Ally. School's starting tomorrow, you know. It's pretty close, about five minutes drive from here. I'm not working tomorrow, I'll drive you there. But I'm afraid for the next couple of months and years you'll be going to school alone then," Aunt Belle spoke as she ate dinner.

"That's fine with me," I assured her.

"Aunt Belle, what's the difference between Secondary 5 and Year 1 and so on?" I can't help it but to ask.

"Well, in other secondary schools, they are called Year 1,2,3 and so on. But in this case, you'll be going to a special school. It's called UKBSS. Most of the students there are well... a lot more richer than other students from a normal secondary school and most of them live near us," Aunt Belle replied.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Your point of me going there is?"

"I figured out since no one is able to send you there for the rest of the days, might as well make new friends. For example, there's a kid living next to us who is from UKBSS as well. His name is Luke Thompson. His mother and I are partners for our current fashion show that is coming soon. He's a kind lad."

Who is this Luke Thompson? Is he a nerd? A gangster? A typical bad boy? Or just a normal guy? I guess I will know tomorrow then.

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"Do you ever feel like breaking down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong, and no one understands you..."

I grabbed my iPhone 5S and slide to switch off the alarm. 5.30AM. Ergh, typical. It has always been the same, ever since all the way back from when I was living in America. After bathing and getting ready, I went downstairs and much to my surprise, Aunt Belle is already waiting for me. After eating breakfast, she handed me a pair of black socks and shoes.

"You're wearing this. It's a school regulation," she told me.

"I guess it's fine then." I grabbed the socks and shoes to wear them.

Let's just say I look retarded. I had my hair into a ponytail with my fringe twisted to the side and secured with a bobby pin. The school uniform itself is pretty nice, with long sleeves and skirt slightly above my knees. The uniform is a mixture of red and black with the word "UKBSS" sewn on the collar of the uniform. I don't think I can pull off this uniform. It looks elegant, and I look like a total dork. If I wore spectacles, I would have already turned into a nerd.

"You look nice in the uniform. Glad I put you in this school," Aunt Belle and I walked at the car park towards the porsche.

I frowned behind her back. Is this why she put me in this school? Just because of a nice uniform?

"Why, thank you," I said as feminine-ly as I could and got into the passenger seat.

Aunt Belle giggled and started the engine.