Self-Defined

Chapter One

I walked up the steep, concrete stairs to a place I had never seen before. I slowly opened the, what I was assuming was, office door and began my way to the front desk. As I approached, I saw an ederly lady sitting at one of the desks in the back, typing away at the fax machine. She was wearing an oversized coat with a jumper and trousers underneath, a scarf, beanie and boots. I don't blame her, August is one of the coldest months. I looked down as to what I was wearing and compared it to the other students allocated in the seats around me. I was wearing worn down, black skinny jeans, whereas they wore new, elegant looking denim jeans. I was in a Sleeping with Sirens band t-shirt, whereas they dressed in Hollister shirts and jackets. I have my firsts, seconds, thirds, helix, tragus, rook, septum, nose, belly button and collar bones pierced. No one here was really into piercings by the looks of it. I glanced down at my ratty, black converses and they wer-

"Can I help you?" The lady looked at me, impatiently tapping her pen on the desk. 

"I, u-um, I'm new h-here," I stuttered, looking down at my shoes. 

"Name?" She asked, rolling her eyes and moving from the fax machine to the Apple computer that sat just in front of me.

"C-Carissa Edwards," I sighed as she looked at me with wide eyes, typing the name into the computer. I had a reputation. Not a slutty one, but I have basically been kicked out of every school that I have been too. Half of the time it wasn't my fault, some bitches just really hate me. She looked at me, disgust on her face as she stood up to fetch some papers from the printer. "It's not my fault that some people have to be such arse's," I said quietly. I think she heard me because she mumbled something under her breath as she walked away. 

"Your timetable, locker number and homeroom form is there, have a great time at Moresby High School. 

So that's what this hell hole is called. I cursed under my breath as I walked away, slamming the door behind me. I'm not in the mood to deal with any bullshit today. I just want it to be over with so I can go home and have fun getting screamed at by my alcoholic parents, sarcasm intended. Both of my parents are alcoholics, but Steve is the worst. Steve is my father, but he is in no way a father figure, so I call him Steve. When he gets pissed, he starts getting angry and throws things around. Sometimes he abuses me and my mum has to call the emergency services. They always make up some shitty excuse about how I fell down the stairs or the cupboard landed on me, and it works everytime. The reason I hate him is because one time a friend of his came over to our house. My mother was away on a business trip and well, this guy basically raped me. But Steve just sat there and watched this old, dirty man take away my virginity at 12. He did absoluely nothing to stop it, he just sat there and wanked off. But, of course, no one knows this about me because I have trust issues. My mother said she would never turn out like Steve, but where are we now? I'm starting my 11th school in the past two years and she's probably passed out on the kitchen floor. I would move out, but they have legal custody of me until I'm 16 and I'm only 15. I'm in Year 10 and I don't have friends, what a surprise. 

I fiddled with the sheets of paper before finding the one with my locker number on it. 2849. I walked around for 10 minutes until I finally stumbled across it. I opened it, shoving all of my unneeded items into it, before locking it with the padlock the school had provided me. I turned around and walked straight into a very tall boy with the deepest blue eyes you could ever meet. Our eyes met and he made quick apologies before rushing off to his first class after hearing the bell ring.

Today's going to be a long day.