that... boy.

Day One

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     Today is the very first day back to school from summer break.
My entire summer break consisted of my family moving to another city, far, far away from the last one.
Long story short, my life was just... at risk.

Hiraeth. I believe that is a good word to describe it.

Currently, it's 6:37 in the morning, I just had a hot, steamy shower in our new house, that we had just finally settled into.
If I were to use one word to describe this house, I would say it is... derelict.
However, it will work just fine for the mean time.

The towel hugged my torso tight.
I ran my hands through my short copper-red curly hair.
I despise my hair, if I were to be completely honest.
Although, I shrug it off, I've grown to ignore it.
I take a glance at the hazy mirror.
I wiped the steamy mirror, and examined all of my facial features.

yuck.

My lips are so... average.
Pale-rose.
I have uneven dimples.
One dimple appears higher up on my face when i smile, and the other is so low it looks like I only have one.
Freckles scatter my face.
As well as a scar about an inch long on the right corner of my nose, I've had it ever since birth..

Also, I have heterochromia.
One iris is blue, and the other is brown.

So many imperfections...

I sigh, and then move on.

The towel tumbles to the floor, and I shiver.
I rapidly assembled my outfit for the day, and put it on as quickly as possible.
My whole... aesthetic today is going to be like... petrichor. Very earthy.

In other words, I grabbed an oversized tie-dye green-ish, blue-ish, yellow-ish shirt that had a little image on the left side of my chest.. A petite white marigold.
I always adored marigolds.

I slid on some torn black shorts with a pair of white vans scattered with patches of sunflowers.
It's warm enough for shorts... i think.

I checked the time, 7:45. School starts at 8, i believe.
My bus comes at 7:46 approximately.
My bus stop is... around 5 minutes in walking distance.
Therefore, I realized I needed to sprint to catch the bus.

I love running. The feeling is just... ineffable.

I see the bus down the road at my stop, I am
about 50 feet away as it starts to leave.

I tremble to the ground... the feeling of euphoria from running suddenly departed my body. Laying on the cold concrete sidewalk, I watched the bus hit the road.

** I was known as a eccedentesiast back in my home town.
Someone who... "fakes a smile when all they want to do is cry, disappear, and/or die."

I must admit, it's strange to think I could be a completely different person since not a single soul in this town knows me.

I sigh, and lift myself up off the cold ground.
I run back home, ignoring the fact that I just dramatically tripped after missing the bus.

All that is crossing my mind is if i'm going to be late to school on the very first day.
Nice job, ya twat. Can't even catch your bus.
My shameful thoughts expeditiously crowded my mind.
Why must I be like this...