Oh how awful

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It was a normal routine getting up, my uniform every morning was washed ( in this awfully expensive washing machine just for uniforms )  and it was ironed by one of the home helpers. I got up really terribly early and fed toast and let out the horses to roam. It took sadly two hours long to get to school from where we lived. We have a special car with our last name on it and it said "the possums house hold car"

It as also some weird day at school were we had to wear our best clothes and have make up and all these girly things. I don't know why this is a thing but all the other girls seem to very much enjoy it. My mother was treating me like her own pet, she got her make up artist to do mine, but I really wanted no make up at all. After the giant fight of me lashing out and complaint we finally got it done, my eyes were wonderful! I had eye liner on that was jet black with a little bit of blue tint, I had some foundation on and it made me look much cooler, infact I liked it, she had put highlighter on my cheek bones that was supposed to be Rainbow and it worked.

I was in a very neat skirt I'd picked out yesterday afternoon, it was black and a little like my school skirt except cooler and had a couple badges on the side. I was wearing some cool looking doc martins that were pretty neat too. But when I got into the car, I couldn't even think straight, I was so tired, I hadn't slept that night and I'd been on my phone endlessly hoping I would fall asleep, it didn't really work. So the driver, mr Gary tried to cheer me up with my favourite radio station and all sorts but it didn't work, I just didnt know what to do. In the end, I was in floods of tears and mr Gary had to cope with me I bet he thought I was mad or some sort of freak crying like this, my makeup was smushed and you could see the tears threw my foundation, I looked like a mess. I got out of the car after about 1 hour and 40 minutes of balling, and mr Gary to wish me luck or say have a good day he just looked very concerned and unhappy, I ignored and continued to walk into the school. I awkwardly strolled in and suddenly everyone stared at me, I violently  rubbed my eyes which made it much worse, I wanted to cry even when I saw how gorgeous everyone was and I looked awful. I started to feel my tears prick underneath my eyelid and I started to feel it trickle down my cheek. Suddenly a large nun was towering over me, she pulled me into a large room and I went to whisper and apologise But uh that didn't really happen. I stood there for about 40 seconds before she stared at me dead in the eye and started... you wouldn't believe, in often school for girls, the name of silence or whatever you want to call it, a nun was yelling at me, I couldn't exactly make out what she was saying or where her point was but she made my ears hurt along with my head. She shoved and pushed me forward into the deputy principal's office, I'd never heard a lady yell like that, even louder than that nun, she directed me to the head teachers  office I sat awkwardly on the chair, my make up completely smudged and my shirt was all ruined. I sighed and made myself comfortable. "You have embarrassed our school Lucy and this act could possibly make our school have a bad reputation" she grunted, I couldn't believe it I wanted to scream but Instead I tried to calm my speech "y-you were the one who make me get embarrassed you yelled at m-me" I gulped looking up at her she was frowning "Lucy, please listen, what you have done, disrespecting our special day is worth expelling, and I will not accept it! I could make you walk out without a school to go to right now" she spat as she tried to tone her voice "mrs, I-" I choked on my words, even though I dreaded this school and I want to get out of it so badly, but now that she had said it I kinda didn't want to go, it'd upset my parents and then i'd have to get homeschooling and I'd hate it and it would be so bad... I started to cry and the head teacher just stared at me with her bald eagle looking eyes "Lucy Possum, I cannot expel you, and there is a very good reason for it" she paused and removed her coat, I just stared opened eyes at her "your parents, both signed a contract to make sure one of their daughters went to often school of girls. Which has happened for years and years in your family. And we were very sad to hear that your sister rosy, didn't come. Your parents were ever so apologetic and insisted we look after you clearly..." she stopped again and saw me wiping my tears from my face, the make up  smudging even more, I had no words I just looked at her expressionless. "Lucy, your parents said that you would Be a hard young lady to deal with, so we took extra caution but you are a very smart girl, and you haven't done anything bad, and you are the top in your year..." she sighed, but I gasped "my parents said that I was hard to deal with? I hate this school I hate it!" I yelled and slammed the table shoving my chair out of the way making such a loud noise as I ran out of the office and outside, I pulled out my phone and rang my dad, I only rang him in emergencies and this really was one... I just wanted my sister and that's all I wanted nothing else, I want my sister... my father picked up extremely fast, "dad please I need to go home..." so, 5 minutes later, mr gary was there waiting for me. he opened the door for me and hugged me "aw sweet pea, we'll be home soon just have a sleep" he said trying to reassure me but he had no idea why I was crying, in fact I cried all the way home. I hate being rich I really do I hate having to go to a posh school and be treated like a royal person it's the worst. I can't believe it in such a wreck, when I got home I just went straight to my room, my mother was there and so was the servants I hated calling them that but they really were, a maid walked in and gave me some pain killers and a drink of water she smiled and closed my door. For 3 days I lay in my room, sleeping and hugging my cat toast, crying sometimes but I mostly slept, dad had said I was just sad and I needed days off school which the head teacher understood.

Sorry long chapter there folks, I had written this in my notes so I have everything in one clump. Sorting out will be done soon x

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