Dear Diary,
I'm literally shaking right now. It's my first day at college and I'm shitting bricks. I was up until 3am deciding what to wear and now it's half 8 and I'm too tired to function. I just hope that no one can see the dark circles underneath my eyes with the amount of concealer I piled on top.
None of my friends are going to Winter's Castle college. I wont know anyone. After my Dad found out about Arron and the abortion he decided it was time to kick me out of comprehensive schools and send me to private school where, no doubt, everyone will enunciate their vowels and speak like the fucking Queen. Well, I say everyone. Not me. And I'm going to keep it that way, I'm not going to become a stiff snob.
Should I be wearing my Docs? I mean. I don't want to become a snob but I don't want to be bullied for not fitting in. I'm scared that they're all going to have perfect, plastic faces with perfectly died hair and straight teeth, with noses under plasters as Daddy forked out another thousand to pay for his baby girls nose to mirror Barbies. They'll all be blonde. I know it.
I'm on the bus now. It even smells posh. I'm the first bus stop on the journey as I live on the darker side of town where all of us peasants live. I tried to make sure that I didn't look like that much of a peasant as my usual cascading dark hair is in a tight ponytail curled to perfection at the ends (my split ends still standing out like a sore thumb). I realised that I wouldn't fit in with my comfy Primark hoody and Adidas trainers so I opted to up my game with a Top Shop ensemble which will still be looked down upon.
I've reached poshoville, I'll probably write later.
Lots of love Eff cx
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