My eyes flickered open as the sound of a harp was gently projected from my phone on the brand new desk across the room. I stayed laying on my bed, hoping that soon enough the ultra-soft mattress would consume me and save me from the problematic day I had already anticipated. September 3rd. First day of school.A new school. I knew I was extremely unprepared for this. I still proceeded to get up and walked to my en suite with my feet dragging across the hardwood with every step. I had no energy, no motivation to keep moving. I picked up my hair brush robotically and repetitively dragged the bristles through my frustratingly matted hair. After I gave up on that simple task I stared at the pastel pink curls of hair left in the brush. I was unable to comprehend
a single thing happening around me. I was unaware that my parents were yelling for me to hurry up or that my brother was standing right next to me. I just continued to stare, my heart throbbing in my stomach anxiously. I couldn't do this. I spent my entire summer pretending the school year would never begin. Here I was, getting prepared like a pig for slaughter.
The commute to school felt so unnatural. This was a new school, but I learnt my route. After 2 changes on the underground and 1 bus I could finally walk the extra twenty minutes it took to get to the actual school. This meant leaving the house at 5:00 in the morning. Once I arrived at the school I headed towards my tutor. I sat at the back, my extremely overgrown bangs just managing to cover my emerald eyes that greatly contrasted with the whole vibe I was aiming for. The teacher began talking but I was completely zoned out and was unable to register a single word she said. All I could hear was my brain repeating a single thought 'DO NOT MENTION ME' and of course -because the world sucks- I suddenly heard "Isla Daniels!" Booming through my ears. Everyone's eyes were suddenly on me, and before I could even think about my movement I was out of my chair and out of that classroom. I might have seemed overly dramatic, but for me it was practically the end of the world. I found the nearest toilet, and was careful to insure no-one could see my black converse under the stall. Water droplets began to fall from the stones in my head unintentionally. I wanted to disappear.
a/n: not really sure what this is and it's annoyingly short but whatever🤷🏽♀️. I wrote it a while ago and thought I'd upload it as a first post...I would love constructive criticism and suggestions on where to take this! Xx
