The New Girl

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I woke up and I think my heart had finally slowed down to at least 100kmph. I had, had a great date. I got up and groggily felt around for the light switch. I flicked the light on and winced from the sudden brightness seeing as all I had seen for 8 hours was the dark.

I got up, put my pink dressing gown on and started for downstairs. I slid down the banisters and fell off at the bottom. Daniel saw me and started pissing himself with laughter.

He slid down and didn’t fall off at the bottom. He gave me a contemptuous smirk and flounced off. He frustrated the hell out of me sometimes.

I got downstairs and Mum had cooked some Pancakes, I was relieved that she had made me breakfast, in the mornings I was too lazy to do anything much.

So I began chewing my food and Daniel decided he would choose that moment to be an ass.

‘Chelsea’

I ignored him.

“Cheeeeeellllllsssseeeeeeaaaaaa” He stretched my name out like a rubber band. Yet I still ignored him.

“Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea, Chelsea Ch-“

“WHAT?!” I burst out then regretted getting involved.

“Did you know?”

“Do I know what?”

“That you’re ugly?”

I reached over to clobber him then Mum intervened.

“Knock it off you two”

“But Mum” I whined

“He started it”

“Chelsea you’re 14, act your age. Daniel you’re 10 grow up” She seemed satisfied with her answer and didn’t want to dwell on it any further.

I hated it when he never got a proper telling off, justice would be served one day.

I went back upstairs to have a shower and get changed. I carefully picked out an outfit. Striped black and white t-shirt with a red pleated skirt that ended around my knees.

I got into the shower and let the warm water wash over my body. I washed my hair with some strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner. I rinsed it once more and although I sincerely didn’t want to I got out and blow-dried my hair and brushed it into a ponytail.

I put on my white converse, grabbed my school bag and headed downstairs sliding down on the banister (not falling off.) I kissed Mum goodbye on the cheek and headed out the door.

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