Mend my broken pieces

Chapter 2

To my surprise I see miss Rosa standing outside on the doorstep.

"Miss Rosa, how nice to see you!"

"Dear, stop calling  me miss Rose. You know you can call me Angelique. I sounds so old when you call me miss Rosa." she says while smiling.

"I'll try to remember, come in!" I motion for her to come in.

Angelique comes inside and I close the door behind her. We head to the living room. I sit down on the couch, while Angelique sits down on the chair beside me.

"So, how are you feeling? Are you feeling at home yet?" she asks. Let me tell you, I feel like shit..... "I am feeling alright. I just have to get used to the silence, though" I tell her.

I remember playing video games with my brother, while my mother was cooking dinner for us. My dad would be helping my mum and complimenting my mother's cooking skills.

"You know if you need someone to talk to, you can always come to me. You may only know me for a while, but I will always be available. It is normal if you're feeling down, but you're are going to school next week, that will probably take your mind of things."

If she only knew, Angelique doesn't know about my experience with school. She has not been informed about my past only why I had to move to a different country. But little did she know how much I hate school.

"I guess...."

"Did you do anything last week?" I shake my head. 

"Why not? You could go shopping or go to the beach?" I know she is trying to cheer me up but I don't think shopping or going to the beach will do me any good.

"I don't really feel like it, it will not help me anyway." I said while looking down at my lap.

"Why not? Staying inside won't do you any good either. Explore the city, make some friends. You are going to be here for quite a while, make yourself at home! You need new clothes, it is 20 degrees warmer here than in Ireland." She has a point, if I stay inside it will only bring me more down. I only have warm clothes, because you can't really wear shorts or dresses all summer long in Ireland.

I used to live in Ireland before I came to Australia. I was born and raised there. I also had an irish accent but I had to get rid of that, so they have a harder time finding me.

'I'll think about it.' I sigh.

"Alright dear, i'll leave you to it. I've got some things to do." she stands up and head for the door. "Thank you for coming by!" I yell before she closes the door.

Angelique is a very nice woman. I've only known her for a week, but she treats me like a child of her own and I am very greatfull for that.

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The day has come.

The day I was dreading for all week. The day I am going back to school. I didn't sleep at all last night. I mean what if someone starts insulting me, the rest will do the same  and everything will repeat it self? What if nobody wants to be friends with me? What if people start making fun of me because of my looks? What if...? What if...? These thoughts have been going through my mind all night

I get out off my bed and walk to the bathroom. I turn on the water of the shower. While the water warms up, I start stripping out of my clothes. I step into the shower, the water hits my body and I calm down a bit.

I'm scared. I really want to make something good out of my last year at school. Make some friends and maybe have a boyfriend?

Who am I kidding, why would a boy want to date me? There are way better looking girls than me, here in Sydney. The girls here have tanned skins, beautifull smiles, blond hair and great body's. Then there is me.... Maybe I will only make some friends.

After a couple of minutes, I get out of the shower and turn the water off. I put on some underwear, that I brought with me into the bathroom and head to my room.

I took some of Angelique's advice and explored some of the city and I bought some new clothes while I was walking by the shops.

I put on a Guns 'n roses band tee, a leather jacket, black ripped skinny jeans and my black converse. I put on some mascara, eyeliner and a thin layer of nude lipstick. When I am done, I head downstairs and grab an appel for breakfast.

I glance at the clock in the kitchen and see that it is 8:05 am.

I curse to myself and grab my penny board and race to school. It is located 10 minutes from my house, so I don't need to take the bus.

After a while I turn a corner and there it is. My new school. I start to feel nauseous and the palms of my hands are getting sweaty.

"Calm down, Megan. Everything will be fine. I will have a great time, there is nothing to worry about" I tell myself.

I pick up my penny board and walk through the school gates. All eyes are on me. Just great! Note to sarcasm. I start walking in a faster pace to the opening of the school. Once I am inside the same thing happens again. Everybody is watching me and whispering to each other. Probably about me....

First I have to find my locker. I already got my books, locker code and number and my schedule. The school sended it to me last week.

"120, 121, 122 and 123. Got it" I say to myself. I try to open my locker, but it won't work. Try again. I turn the code and try to open it again, but it won't budge. Damn it! This is really my locker,right? Yes, it is number 123.

"Uhm, y-you need to p-pull a bit harder." says a girl on my right. "Thanks for the tip" I smile. She returns the smile, but it is a small one.

I take a good look at her. She has blond hair that stops at her shoulders, blue sparkling eyes like mine, but a little lighter and is maybe an inch smaller than me. She is wearing a pair of denim skinny jeans, a floral tank top and white flats. She only has some mascara on her eyelashes.

I try to open my locker again and pull harder this time. The door swings open and hits the other locker. 'Oeps...' A little bit to hard I guess, but it's open!

'Thanks ag-' I turn back to the girl, but she is nowhere to be found. Where did she go?? Nevermind.

I put the books I don't need and my penny board in my locker and close it. I turn around and start heading to my class, but I walk straight into something tall & hard.