Violet Lights

Violet

INFORMATION ABOUT CHAPTER:

Word count: 750

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of alcohol, parts can be seen as offensive.

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A brand new life, a fresh start. It's all bullshit. Going to a new school isn't going to change what's happened, it won't make me forget what shit I went through. The fact that people think a simple change will fix everything, it pisses me off. Do they really think I'll actually show up at this school? They must be joking. I guess this is my sorry excuse for a mother's attempt to make me the perfect little angel she's always wanted, one that doesn't skip school, who doesn't get into fights with everyone that bad mouths them, doesn't drink, swear and sneak out. One that doesn't graffiti every clean surface they come across. She's always hated my art, ever since I was a kid. I would come up to her, holding this crappy drawing of some stick men, but I would be ridiculously proud of it, then she would show my a Van Gogh or some shit and tell me I'm nothing compared to them. Well guess what, art is my only salvation from the horrors of existence.

As I look in my cracked mirror, I see myself. Oh relax, this isn't going to turn into one of those soppy teen books were it goes on and on about how they hate everything about themselves, god I can't stand those books. I sort out my clothes, pulling down my fraying, baby pink, faded sweater, there's no way they were going to get me into that hideous school uniform. It looks like the school tried to be posh, but they fucked it up. I sigh softly as I grab my school bag, (which is still covered in mud and blood from last term) thinking I'll go today, just to humour my mother. I can't make a dramatic exit if no one knows who I am, can I? There's just one thing I need to do before I leave, I need to say goodbye and good fucking riddance to the girl they want me to be, destroy that image forever. I take my cheap, crappy lighter, walking over to the neatly folded up clothes and in one quick movement (actually after about ten tries, but it sounds more dramatic like that) the clothes are alight, and my mother's hopes and dreams are dead. I would say her expectations, but you can't kill what was never alive.

I get lots of people staring at me as I enter the school, people start whispering and wondering about me. The girl with the purple hair and tatty clothes. Let them stare I say, let them wonder who I am, because I promise by the end of the day, the whole school is going to know my name, and they will never forget it.

I spot the headteacher's office and I walk straight in, I'm more important than a stupid meeting with people bored out of their minds, anyway, this will only take a few minuets. My heels bang against the wooden floor, echoing all around the room, in front of me sits a stoned faced woman, who is currently staring daggers at me. She must be around 60 now, way too old to be a teacher, I wonder if she uses the cane, oh that would be lovely, hearing the children's' cries of pain as they get beaten so much they start to bleed. I fail to hold back a smirk as I sit down, putting my feet up on her desk.

"Miss McKensie, what an honour! I'm so glad you chose a time for me to meet you!" The teacher announces, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, well I'm just delighted to be here!" I shoot back with a glare. I don't understand why I ever chose to come here, it's just going to become one giant shit storm. Although, the next thing this crappy teacher said, actually made me think.

"Violet, we're giving you a chance to start again, forget everything that happened last year, a chance to have a normal school year with no blood or fights. But you have to take it." I don't need an education, I'll be dead by twenty one for sure, but you know what? I might stick around for a while and see what happens, maybe cause a little drama, break some hearts, maybe even a bit blood shed. Everyone will know the name Violet McKensie when I make my dramatic exit. I won't allow myself to be forgotten. That's a promise I will not break. I swear on Jasmine's grave.