When Two Worlds Collide

Chapter 2

School, great. I thought, lying in my bed which had granny-ish lilac "vintage" floral bed sheets and bland "minimalistic" (a.k.a cheap) pillows and walls, which were white aside from lilac skirting boards. Because it didn't look retirement home-like enough already without them. They needed changing, maybe I could sneak out after school and buy some paint and bedsheets. I had no hobbies, so I gladly wasted my time doing odd-jobs. Sure, I could've been watching the Through the Keyhole episodes I'd taped, but sometimes I liked to sit down and wallow in my own misery.

9:25pm. Great. I'd better start getting my uniform together and stuff. Also, I need to check where this place actually is. Despite me normally being reasonably organised, I had major jet lag since even though we tended to travel a lot, the only time I'd even been on a plane before was when I was 4 and we went to Hawaii for my Mom and Dad's 10th anniversary, so I didn't really remember it, but my Dad said I was out for about 14 hours when we got to the place we were staying. what can I say, I'm weak.

I'm from Massachusetts, but now that Mom and Dad weren't getting on so well they said that they needed a "change of pace" which actually meant that they might be splitting soon and if that happened then they didn't want to deal with all the relatives butting in straight away. Hey, I can full understand that decision, but because of that, now we've moved to a place called Aberystwyth. Hey, it took me two weeks to learn how to spell that name, and I'm still confused on how to say it. Don't judge.

Because of this, the school is way smaller, and apparently it's different here too. I researched it, and it looks like middle school and high school are combined into years that start at year 7, so that must mean... I'm uh.... Year 11? Whatever. That's strange.

Saying that though, there are some perks to being here. 1) People don't know me so they'll think that I'm normal and the bullies will lay off for a while 2) Since there's less people, there's more chance they'll forget about talking to me, the new kid with black and blue hair.

On another note, I'm getting bored of the whole black-blue mixture, I might change that. Hmm, I tried brown and blonde before and I didn't like those, and since halloween isn't too far away, why not try orange? Not bright, of course, something subtle, but with bits of green too. I'll be a walking pumpkin. Then people will scoop out my insides and put candles in me. That situation might occur, I don't know how creepy these people are. If it does happen, at least I'll be hotter afterwards.

----- TIME SKIP 1:30 HOURS -----

After having the last of the apple juice and google mapping the direction for school tomorrow, I got into bed and started thinking again about the new school and neighbourhood.

There aren't many people here, but this place is pretty old fashioned. I wonder if they'd like me? Probably not. My hair is like a beacon symbolising danger. No one would want to touch me with a 20ft pole, never mind talk to me or be my friend or hug me or hold my hand or kiss me or... Or... Ew ew ew never mind never mind go to sleep go to sleep now.

TIME SKIP AGAIN 5:30am MONDAY

"ADE! BEKKI! WAKE UP!" My mother's screeching reverberated around my room. Great. School. Hastily, I got up from my bed, had a shower and got dressed. I didn't have my uniform ready, so I put on my black combats, black skinny jeans, a red and black check t-shirt with a black wife beater underneath and some wristbands and red earrings and, of course, my glasses. I came downstairs, and, sure enough, my Dad said "Son, are you sure you want to go dressed like that?" He said, with his eyebrows raised. My mom replied for me with "Let him dress how he wants, if he wants to wear that then it's his choice." Uggghh.

"But don't you think it would be a good idea for him to wear something a little more... Reserved? Make a good impression?"

"I doubt he would make a good impression if he wore a suit. He never talks to anyone, never mind-"