A New Kind Of Me

01

I woke up to the beeping of my alarm and the shouts from my sister that echoed through the house, bouncing off the walls. 

"Alright, I'm up.." I mumbled, sleepily, as a bright-eyed face peered round my door frame, laughing at my yawning state.

"Good!" She said, beaming at me, "I made us eggs and bacon, mum's gone to work. Hurry up or you'll be late." And with that she half closed my door and skipped into the kitchen, where the strong smells of food were forming.

Heaving myself out of bed, I grabbed the few bracelets from my windowsill, sliding and fastening them onto my wrists. 

In case you wondered, it's my first day back at school. Well, technically it's my first day of sixth form, and fuck was i scared senseless. 

I glanced up at the clock hanging on my wall, surrounded by bits of quoted wood and metal. I had half an hour. After grabbing my underwear, I left the room and headed for the bathroom that was situated down the hall. When I got there, I removed various toys from the bottom of the bath and turned the knob to the shower setting, letting the cold water spill out of the showerhead, gradually heating itself. As I waited for the water to become hot enough, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and, for some reason, I laughed. I don't know why. Nothing was particularly funny about my face, I was just thinking about people's reactions today, and i wondered how shocked they'll be about what happened to the 'good girl' over the summer break. Although the laugh was partially humourless, I was happy.

I put my hand under the running shower water, expecting the cold to numb my hand but instead, a comforting burn of hot greeted my senses. I tugged my long blonde hair out of the messy bun it was falling out of, brushed it through with a comb and stripped out of my old tee and underwear, stepping meekly under the waterfall.

Having shampooed my hair and lathered body wash around my body, I rinsed off and aimlessly let my arm search for the towel rail. I grabbed a big, grey towel and wrapped it around my body, feeling it's soft material envelope my chest down to my upper thigh. 

I turned to the mirrored cabinet above the sink and rubbed away the condensation. Again, I stared at my relfection and laughed. My hair was dripping past my shoulder blades and my eyelashes were clumped together. I turned the sink faucet on and splashed the icy water on my face, de-clumping my eyelashes and refreshing my skin. I quickly dried off, taking in the time and pulled on my bra and pants. I left the steamy room and pushed open my bedroom door with my knee. I looked around for some clothes and effortlessy pulled on an old and blue crop top. I picked out some black skinny jeans, very low waisted, which had rips all up the legs and dragged them on, jumping about to help them slide over my skin. Satisfied with the comfort levels of this, I grabbed my red plaid and checked flannel shirt and pulled it on, pushing up the sleeves. I had 20 minutes until I had to leave, and nerves were biting at the back of my mind, stabbing my back. I pushed my thoughts aside, hoping to avoid the inevitable anxiousness that I knew would soon come creeping in my veins, circulating with my blood. 

I slowly made my way to the bathroom again and brushed the bad taste that had formed in my mouth, both from worry and my slumbers. I then applied moisturiser and put conceler and  foundation on my face, making my skin seem almost flawless. I ran the black eyeliner across the lower waterline of my left eye several times, until I was sure it would not rub off, and did the same to the right eye. I used my finger to blend this and applied some black and grey eyeshadow to my eye lid and smudging it all together. I brushed on mascara and quickly towel dried thin hair so it was half dry, but still damp.

I stared, for the third time, at my reflection and this time I smiled devilishly at what i saw, my right eyebrow raising slightly. My eyes glinted and for once I was happy with the way I looked.