Strawberries And Cigarettes

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I really hate changing schools. But recently I've had to do it so many times. Well, twice. But that's alot for me, and the first time was because we were moving continents, but the time after that was because I was caught snogging my boyfriend behind the school...and normally, this would just be a detention or suspension at most, but I already had two strikes and I was caught snogging a boy, at a Catholic school, by my nun headmistress so, um, that was, fun, my mom found it funny, hilarious even, but I did receive a Skype call from my dad, scolding me, and telling me off. I then was expelled due to previous accidents and then the whole snogging thing. But luckily, my sister's go to this other school, so I was accepted there without much of a hassle.

Tomorrow was gonna be my first official school day, because they  had to sort out my age. Not because I'm a child genius or anything, quite the contrary, actually it's just because I turn fifteen only in November and that causes issue with what grade  I'm in. Since I start school tomorrow, my mom wanted us to go back to school shopping, because my siblings had already gone two days ago, when I was at a sleep over and now it was my turn, to try on clothes I would probably never use, because first of all, my mom can be pretty over the top, and buys things that are practically useless, but also because, at this school, they have school shirts, and ties that are compulsory so all I need are bottoms and pants. So me going shopping, even though have plenty of jeans is useless, but hey, new clothes.

My mom was supposed to pick me up soon, but I was only taking a shower now because I'm a little shit and have no valid excuse. Quickly, jogging up the stairs, and getting into the bathroom I share with my brother, I take a shower and wash my hair with raspberry shampoo, and then jump out to get ready. Just as I walk into my room, my mom calls out in German from downstairs "Lee Ich bin hier." (Lee, I'm here.)Crap.
"Ummm, just a second Ma."
"You're not ready are you?" She asked, and I could hear the disinterest from downstairs. I hurriedly throw on a baby blue Nike shirt, black jeans and matching Nike shoes. My hair is...well it's always curly, and when it's wet it's all soggy, and I look like a hobbit, but worse than Dan Howell cause he makes it work, I, on the other hand have no choice but to go to the mall like that because I'm late.

I rush downstairs and grab a party sized Lays chips and a large Coke and I get to my mom who's waiting in the car. "Leander you had the whole day to get ready, and you only shower now. What is wrong with you?"My mum immediately asks, the moment I get into the car. Not even greeting me. " Hi, Mum, how are you, how was your day?" I ask sarcastically.
"Oh, my day was wonderful, thanks for asking my lovely child." She replied with the same amount of sarcasm, it actually dripping of her tongue. She used to get annoyed, and angry when ever I was sarcastic, but now she's just accustomed to it. My mom was a short German woman, with curly blonde hair, and dark green/gold eyes. Of which I inherited nothing. Myself having dark curly hair, and dark, dark - literally almost black eyes.

We spent the car ride occasionally humming to the radio, my mum stealing my chips, me whining about it and then repeat. After about fifteen minutes of driving, we made it to the large and only mall, in this town. The town is a small town, near the North of the UK, and we moved her from Florida, so it was a hard time transitioning. It is a small conservative town, and Florida is a very large, free state, where you experience literally everything, gay people, drag queens, transgender people everything. And here the weirdest thing is atheists. So the transition was drastic and I was just here prancing my gay ass, and I constantly get picked on.

We walked in, me throwing my trash away, and putting an earphone in my ear, because I don't pay much attention to clothes, they just have to look good. My mum automatically started dragging me around into shops to actually get the clothes, but I was more focussed on the multiple teenagers roaming the mall in groups, like gangs. It's not that I'm scared of teenagers or anything (a/n I'm a teenager but teenagers still scare the living shit out of me. MCR reference but true.)But living here as a fuckin' fairy surrounded by 'Christians' has made me kind of closed of or guarded, apparently. And I'm not even that flamboyant. So now, I try my best to avoid teenagers in groups. My mom and I were picking up clothes, trying them on and then selecting a few to actually buy. By now, I was really hungry and I wanted to eat, and with my mom the only way to get things is to whine so I start.
"Mum. Mum. Mum. Mother. Mutter. Ma. Mutter. Ma. Katherine. Kathy. Ma. Mutt-"
"What?! What do you need so desperately?" She snapped, turning around.
"I, am extremely famished, can we pretty please go and have some food?" I asked, in my sweetest voice, batting my eyelashes.
"That wasn't even proper grammar, but sure. Let's just finish in here then we can go."She said, standing in the line to pay.
" Thanks mum' I said before I put my earphones back in.