Rise or fall

New beginnings

I opened my eyes and the room was filled with bright yellow light. My alarm was pulsating and I could hear the birds chirping merrily. I let out a muffled groan as I buried my head into my pillow. Moments later my mum shouted up the stairs, "Eden get up, your going to be late for school". I let out a huge sigh and rolled over to the very edge of my bed. I extended my twig like arm and grabbed my phone in frustration. The time 8:15 am. School starts at 9am sharp. So much for getting up early, I rolled my eyes. Today is my first day at St Helier Academy. I've only been a resident in Jersey a short while and I wanted to make a good first impression, but I guess we'll have to work with what we've got.

I unrolled my self from my cosy bed linen like a slug out of lettuce and sat down at my dresser. The crystal encrusted mirror dazzled as the suns rays bounced into the room. I looked at my reflection and crumpled up my nose. Eww, I thought to myself. Do I really look like that? I had bags under my eyes darker than storm clouds and my eyes looked drier than the Sahara desert. I reached for the second draw and wrapped my skeletal fingers around the handle and slid it open with a tug. Inside was my bursting at the seams makeup bag. I attempted to paint my face the best I could, concealing my dark circles and lacquering my lashes with as much mascara as I could. Fifth teen minutes later, I finally added my signature red lip. I twisted up the lipstick and viciously smudged the thick paste all over my smooth, plumped lips. A final rub of the lips and mwah, my look was complete.

I quickly plugged my curling wand into the socket and waited for the loud beep. As I began to curl my long blonde locks, I picked up my hairspray and sprayed a mist of the sticky solution on to each individual curl. Smiling into the the mirror, I placed the irons back onto my bedside table. My legs cried out as they tingled from the aching of being crossed for so long. The time was now 8:45 and I still wasn't ready. My mum called to me again as she grew impatient. "Yes mum I'm just getting dressed" I bellowed down to her. I turned to my wardrobe door and stood starring at the boring uniform hung in front of me. A plain white shirt with a black skirt and a burgundy tie with the Academy crest on. I pulled on my frilly white socks and slipped my feet into my dolly shoes. The Patent black material glimmering in the light. The last item to the melancholy outfit, was a black blazer which also had the crest on. I pulled the itchy polyester blazer on and patted down my skirt. A final look in the mirror and I bounded down the staircase. As I slipped around the corner of the bannister my mum stood tapping her foot against the floor impatiently holding my school bag out to me. I smirked and grabbed it from her. I looked to the grandfather clock in the hallway, 8:50. My mum opened the solid oak door and guided me out of the house. Us Fox's don't have time for breakfast.

As I sat in the car waiting patiently, my mum hurried to open the driver door. She turned to me and smiled. "You look lovely darling." I fluttered my eyelashes in return and looked at my phone again. The time 8:55. Five minutes until school starts. My mum put the keys in the ignition and the Bentleys engine roared. The short journey around the block to the Academy came to a stop. As the car skidded to a halt I looked at the navigation dashboard. 8:58, two minutes to go. My mum gave me a kiss on the cheek and a reassuring smile. I turned to open the car door and noticed the last minute stragglers starring at the car. I gave my troublesome smirk and swung open the car door. I closed the door behind me and strutted down the school entrance with my hips swaying, my perfectly curled hair bouncing around my back and my Louis Vuitton bag clutched under my arm. Your probably wondering why I moved schools. Long story short, I wasn't always a super blonde hottie. There was a time in my life where I was a nerdy, spotty, goody two shoes toad. At my old school In London I was bullied. So my dear mother and father decided a fresh start was in order. This new journey meant a move to Jersey, as my dad had a new business investment there. I had some time away from school and had some beauty therapy awakenings, and the true me was reborn.

As I reached the office I was given a timetable and planner and escorted to my tutorial room. A corridor lined with doors soon came to an end as I reached the final door. The short haired, plumped woman opened the door and gestured me into the room. All of a sudden my heart sank into the fathomless chambers of my chest. I felt sick to the pit of my stomach. My nerves were eating me up inside and I let out a small whelp. Every eye in the classroom was on me. All of a sudden the anxiety and emotions came flooding back. I could hear snickering from individuals all over the classroom as I dropped my planner on the floor. As I bent down to pick it up, a boy on the front table whistled and some other boys laughed. I could feel my cheeks begin to flush a bright coloured fuscia pink. Suddenly the tall man at the front of the classroom slammed a book onto his desk and paced towards me and the boys on the front table. "I will be wanting a word with you at the end of this session Mr Andrews." He said scorning the boy. The terrifying man turned to me and turned his frown to a smile. "Welcome to St Helier Academy Miss Fox. I will be your tutorial teacher for the year. My name is Mr Wilder." He gently spoke. I let out a relieved sigh. "Please take a seat on the front right table." He instructed.

I walked over like a dog with its tail between its legs. My confidence had gone from one hundred to zero in the space of five minutes. I looked at the table to see four girls sat snickering, as they watched me awkwardly stumble towards the empty seat. I carefully pulled the chair from under the table and sat down placing my bag next to me. A dark haired girl sat opposite me remarked "nice bag." I thanked her and she glanced to the other three girls and turned back to me. "I'm Kate and you are?" She quizzed. "Eden, Eden Fox." I stuttered. I felt like a seal surrounded by killer whales. It was like waiting for a bear to pounce. "Well Eden Fox, welcome to St Heliers." She smirked. Mr Wilder began to talk for the rest of tutorial and I didn't get a chance to talk to anyone else. From the looks of things I had been seated on the 'It girl table'. Would I rise or fall? Only time could tell. A sharp ear piercing bell rang out to signal the end of tutorial. The girl sat next to me tossed her ruby red hair over her shoulder and turned to me. "Hi I'm Amelia. What do you have first period?" She questioned. I unfolded the time table given to me and looked to the Monday schedule. "English with Mrs Glover" I quivered. The ruby headed girl clapped and gestured to Kate. "Oh goody Kate, she's with us." Amelia squealed. Kate stared at me with her piercing blue eyes and then the corners of her plump lips upturned. She parted her lips and said "We'll show you the ropes of St Heliers. You can hang with us now." I gasped. Was I really going to be part of this popular hot girl group? We shall see. Kate and Amelia stood up and the two other girls followed. Kate turned around and linked my arm guiding me to the door. This could either be the worst or best year of my life.

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