Just Call Me Bad Ass | REWRITTEN ✔️

Chapter 1.

Roxy

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Moving isn't new for me, sometimes I haven't even unpacked in a new house and I've already been permanently excluded from a school. My parents have had enough and this is their final straw for me.

The next step would be boarding school which means I have to make this next school work even if it kills me. But I can't help it if I don't fit in.

I look out of the car window, it's a dark and cloudy day here in the wealthiest town my dad could find. I watch as my old neighbourhood flashes past me. Today we are moving. What a surprise.

We've moved 5 times in the past year and we've only just started summer. I'm happy we're leaving this place the people here are all snobs and gossipers anyway. How I even managed to stay 2 weeks here is beyond me.

I look at my mother, who's in the passenger seat of the car, she's furious with me but she won't let it show. She really liked this town, she had friends and even book club. Even though we aren't close as mother and daughter, I still feel a little guilt that she was finally fitting in somewhere and I ruined it.

She's never really understood me, then again, she's never really tried. I just seemed to be there most days. She wanted me to be like my sister Sarah. She's in her last year of college, I like Sarah but I'll never be her, she's too girly and preppy. She's my mothers Angel and shining star.

Then there's my father, I look over to him in the drivers seat, we've never really had a relationship because he's always at work. I only see him when we're moving or if I'm in trouble. I don't know what he does really, maybe a businessman, either way he's never home.

My mother and father are just alike, both formal and blunt with their words. My mothers hair is never out of place and she always wears these hideous white suits. My dad, however, is always in black suits with a face of authority.

When I was younger, we were the picture perfect, we even had the white picket fence. But behind closed doors, my father was never home and my mother would always try to push us into being just like her.

I went to ballet lessons for a while to make my mother happy. That was until I got bored of being preppy and girly, I wanted to branch out and try new things. But that was when things began to spiral and I made silly teenage decisions I shouldn't have made. Things changed for the worst because of a phase in my life.

I changed.

Then eventually so did they...

Moving schools constantly is lonely, I don't have any friends. I put on this whole facade of being bold and not caring about anything to keep people away from me so that I don't get hurt again. But in reality I'm a scared teenage girl who just wants to fit in and yearns for to be accepted.

I don't want to be an outcast anymore I want to have all the things a teenage girl should have- friends, a relationship with her family and maybe even a boyfriend. I snickered at the thought of me in a relationship with another human. Maybe I'm being foolish but I can't see myself with anyone, I cannot picture somebody loving me in that kind of way.

With that said, I lay back in my seat, close my eyes, put my ear phones in and begin to blast music. Music, which is the only thing that seems to take the pain away even if it is for a small amount of time.

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I must have fallen asleep, because when I wake my parents are pulling up outside a house. I look up, this house is like every other house we've lived in. They seem to be replacers of each other, it's hard to keep track of which one is which.

This house is nice though, with a large front garden, large windows with a grey coloured exterior. It is nice for the short amount of time I'll be here for, I think but then stop myself. This is the last straw, I have to like it here.

The removal van pulls up behind us with all of our belongings that weren't already crammed into the car. I hop out the car and stretch whilst watching my mother hurry out of the car to the removal guys. She fusses around telling the men where to put everything and telling them to be careful with delicate items.

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My room isn't the biggest but that doesn't matter to me because I don't have that many belongings anyway.

My room takes me 4 hours of organising and moving things around until it finally looks perfect. My theme for the room is obviously black and minimalist with band posters littered all over the walls leaving no white wall left. The room is homely and comforts me.

Instead of staying in and listening to my mothers voice float around the house about how the sofa was in the wrong place, decide to go out and venture around the new town.

I would have loved to drive my motorbike around town but it's in another removal van. I won't get to ride it until tomorrow night. This means that my mother, has to drop me off at school tomorrow. I just hope she doesn't decide to go into the school with me like a child.

I wander aimlessly around the town figuring out where everything was and where I could go for food. Eventually, I stumble on a pizza shop, which isn't too far from my house.

"Hey! Watch out!" I mumble to whoever had just bumped into me as I left the pizza shop with my pizza in hand.

Instead of looking up, to see who I'd bumped into, I continue to walk the way I had came in hopes of finding home.

When I finally make it home, everything is quiet in the house, my parents must have been asleep considering it's almost 10 at night. I tiptoe up to my room and throw myself on my bed and grab my laptop so I can watch some Netflix.

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