Different.

Chapter 10

I went to the office, and as I predicted, they didn't let me go home. The obvious reason being I had an exam straight after lunch, which meant in about 5 minutes from now. I walked out of there frustrated but I knew they were just doing their job. I couldn't exactly blame them, could I?

The bell rang symbolising the start of my GCSE. I wasn't ready for it whatsoever. I was stressed, depressed, breaking down...you name it. I slowly dragged my body towards the tennis courts. When I got there, all I could hear is people mumbling and laughing at me. I knew what they were laughing about, but I didn't listen to them. I had to focus somehow in the end.

We walked inside the hall and I sat down. My adrenaline was high over hills.
"You have an hour, good luck everybody! Your time starts now" the invigilator said and everybody opened the papers; while I could barely scribble my own name at the front of the thing. I nervously looked around me and saw people focused so hard on the exam that they didn't even have time to drink their water. I then looked at my own paper; I haven't even started the first question yet. My heart was beating so fast, and my brain was reliving the horrible events from those two weeks. Not exactly the ideal time for that, is it brain?

I sat there for good 10 minutes until I got myself back to the reality and started to answer the questions.
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The hour was over and we held our exams up. They collected them from us and dismissed us row by row. I ran out of there as soon as I could. All I wanted was to get home and forget about everything; which sounds ridiculous considering the situation I'm in.

I just walked and walked and walked. I didn't even look back for a split second. I avoided anyone who tried to talk to me at any case. I couldn't let myself do this. The tears just started to fall down my cheek and the wind made them go all over the place. I quickly rubbed my eyes to stop them.

I reached my house and took a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking in. The smell of fresh breeze hit the air which kind of made me relaxed for the first time in this house since my parents started arguing. The house was oddly silent; almost too silent. I walk over to the kitchen expecting to find my mother, but there was nothing expect a note left on the counter :

"Sweetie, me and your father are going out for a few weeks to sort things out. We have prepared food for you in the fridge and freezer for you to 'survive'. We left you some money for your 'needs' over in your room. I hope your exams will go well and if you need anything, call us! We have our phones with us at all costs so if there's anything wrong just give us a call. I hope you don't mind!
Love, mum xxx"

That was all my mom wrote. Deep down, I was happy they left! This meant that I had time alone to think about myself. My exams were pretty much over by now anyway.

I sighed and walked into my room. I closed the door behind me out of habit and threw my bag on the bed. I took a look at myself in the mirror. I was a disaster to say the least. My hair was a mess due to day, my skin also, my clothes even though they were new were already ruined. I looked like a homeless person who was begging for pity. I couldn't look at myself anymore. I needed a change desperately. I always wanted to try something new. No, I needed to try something new. It was time to leave the old me behind. It was time to finally step up the game to everyone. It was time for a change.

I looked over at my desk and there was £400 left from my mother. I knew exactly what I was going to do with these. A smirk formed on my face as I changed my clothes and walked out the house.
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I walked around my area and finally found a local hairdresser that I trusted for years with my haircuts. I didn't need any reservations in that place either, all it took was coming in and telling them what you wanted done. That's it.

I walked in and the lady that always does my hair welcomes me warmly.
"Hey Snow! It's been a while!" She said while hugging me.
"Yeah! It has. It's nice to see you again!" I answer and smile politely, trying not to look devastated as much as I possibly could. She sits me down on a chair in front of a mirror and gets my hair back.
"The usual?" She asks and I shake my head.
"Actually...." I start "...no. I want my hair short. I want my hair to be the length of a guy's hair" I say and her eyes widen.
"You sure? That much of a change?" She asks and I nod.
"Oh defiantly" I say and she sighs before grabbing the scissors. I was terrified, yes. I didn't know how it would turn out. I just hoped it would look okay and suit me. In the end, I set my mind to that and I'm not going to change it in the last minute.