My New Life - A Wattpad Original

Part Two - An Unlikely Friend

It was a couple of days of moping around the house, doing whatever it was girls do without internet, or makeup or anything. I was bored. Very bored. Extremely bored. I must have walked around the house at least twenty times in the day whilst my new found "mum" was still at work, and when she got home, she made dinner.

I did however remember finding an old door behind a bookshelf in my room. Now at first I was curious, as I was always quite nosey and had to check what was inside, I opened it and it was a space for storing things and inside was an old record player, like the type you'd see in old tv shows on repeat.

The things were caked, and I mean caked in dust. I coughed so much when I blew some off the top of it. But I wanted the thing out, I wanted to see if it still worked and if so. How well it worked.

There were two dusty speakers with it smallish and it was sat atop a bunch of books and vinyl records from various time periods. Dusting it off, this time in the bathroom, still spluttering because of the dust, I decided to open a window, and that helped, a little.

After cleaning the turntable and the speakers I plugged it in and pressed the power button and the light came on. This was new to me, and I had to sort of trial and error how to make things work but I used common sense again, age and all that. The turntable began spinning when the arm was pulled out and there was a plastic cover on the end of it, covering the stylus. I think that's what it's called. I blew on it too just in case and reset the arm by the side, the turntable coming to a stop.

I then look at some of the records, I see a name I recognize 'Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody'. It was a single and I took it out and put it on the record player and I remember starting it and it was way to slow and I noticed it said 45rpm rather than the 33 1/2 that the others said. I clicked up a button and it sounded good. This player would come to be my best friend over the next week. I had yet to bathe myself.

I know it's dirty not to, but I was still really freaked by my own body, hell I still am. This challenge was faced that night. I won't go into too much detail but feeling the contours of your new body was bizarre and my nipple areas were definitely feeling very sensitive at this time.

It was today I would first have to face the challenge of going outside for the first time since before all of this had happened. I was terrified.
"Yoo-Hoo, time for us to go now Amy" mum said. I still wasn't used to being called that, "Amy".

But I went along with it,
"Just a sec" I replied as I was stuffing the record player under the bed and spreading the sheets. I still hadn't got dressed and my dungarees had been taken to be washed the night before but the other things in the wardrobe looked like they would make me feel exposed.

I looked again at the wardrobe, but quickly as I was pressed on for time and quickly grabbed out a pair of the jeans, and a t-shirt, but these jeans were the tight fitting almost jegging style jeans and I felt really quite free again, weirdly. They looked worse than they were to wear. 

"I can't wait all day" mum shouted, but more hurriedly. I was rushing myself and didn't respond I slipped on a pink t-shirt which was a bit baggy and had a shoulder hanging free as the style was. I put on the trainers and went out to the car, I got in and all of a sudden everything felt weird.

I'd never been so normal in a situation especially as one as this. 
"Mum?" I asked
"What's on your mind poppet?" She replied. I swear mum was too happy for her own good this whole journey.
"Where are we going, I forgot to ask you this morning?" I ask in eagerness
"To get you introduced to your new head mistress of the grammar school" When mum said this my heart just sank.
"You didn't tell me that was today?" I retaliated and my heart begins to pound, I wasn't ready to be seen by the public.
"Yes I did love, you probably didn't hear me because you were listening to your music" she said in a typical mum like voice. I didn't choose to speak much for the rest of the journey.

I don't know what it is about my family and the middle of nowhere, but again that is where we are, a huge manor like estate down a dirt track. The sign reading "Tulips Grammar School for Girls". My stomach was doing flips and my heart had felt like it was going to explode for the last ten minutes.

We pulled up to the driveway and got out, around us (it was like 2pm) were a few groups of girls on patches of grass in little dips either side of the main manor house playing games and running around. Felt like a movie almost.

But the building was huge when we exited the car. It drowned me out and mom took my hand for the first time and kept me by her side like an infant before walking me through the front doors and down into the hallway.

It was a typical school interior for the most part with a rustic exterior, with a corridor that had doors either side, the built-in trophy cabinet and certificates on the walls and a few seats outside the headmistress' office and the first aid office. It was deathly silent except for the sounds of the girls outside playing. Mum knocked on the headmistress' door and we hear a clear and well spoken. 

"Come in"

To which mum opens the door stepping in first and me next, the headmistress who we will call HM was a smaller lady but again with a tied-up hairstyle which would show authority to even the most prestigious of people and a suit, a grey shirt with a rippled seam. She looked at us and proceeded.

"So this must be Amy that I've heard so much about?" she cheerily remarked, mum nudged me and let go of my hand and I walked over smiled and shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you Miss" I opened with, she smiles and looks towards mum.

"So everything is arranged and I see she will be joining us tomorrow, is that right?"

"Yes, that is correct, I just wanted to make sure she was acquainted with you beforehand" Mum replied. 

After that awkward ordeal, we were back in the car and heading home, well, what would be home for the next night. I got home that night and refused Dinner. I felt anxious. I had noticed my record player had been moved and I tried looking for it, I began panicking, it was my only distraction from things, and it was gone and then I hear a knock at the door.

I open it and mum is stood there with a box with the player in, and a few newer records. 
"Sorry, I knew it needed a new stylus and I had it safety checked so you can bring it to school with you I know you like to have it, so I got some of my old records and I'm giving them to you".

I took the box and placed it on the bed and as you can imagine being so emotionally unstable, I cried and hugged her and she comforted me once again before laying me down in bed and leaving. It was a long night.