UltraViolet

Chapter 3

I stood in front of my mirror and studied my appearance. My hair, since washed after all the travelling was now back to it's bouncy, shiny self. I'd applied minimal makeup so my complexion along with my dark hair made my blue eyes stand out more.

Today officially marked the first day as a sixth former which in most other schools would mean I could wear my own clothes but sadly the pretentious private school I went to refused to stray from tradition. My school uniform was still as hideous as ever but thankfully the adjustments I'd made to it meant it looked a little better. The weird exercise classes Aunt Susie made me go to, along with riding the horses she had on her ranch had meant I'd lost a lot of the baby fat I used to have. I'd complained at the time but now I wanted to thank her.

With my blue plaid skirt adjusted, my toned golden legs looked great. There wasn't much that could be done with the white shirt and blazer but I'd sized down from last year so now they actually fit my figure pretty well.

When I got home from the states I looked at last years school picture that dad had framed in the hallway and cringed. My school uniform was about two sizes too big as most of it was Jacob's hand me downs. I've always been slenderish and I'm relatively tall at 5'7 but that uniform had drowned my figure. The only thing that was worse was my limp, lifeless hair. I mentally sent a thank you to Aunt Susie and cousin Amy for their intervention. It really had looked awful.

Thankfully I couldn't see that girl when I looked in the mirror now. I felt like a more confident version.

'What do you think George? Do I look ok?' I glanced up at the fluffy black cat stretched out on the book shelf above my head.

To answer my question he yawned and took a swipe at my head with a paw.

He was still at little pissed at me for being gone for 6 weeks. Technically he was my cat but anyone would think he couldn't stand me with how he had been acting the last couple of days. Whenever I've called him over he's given me a glance before climbing onto dad or Jacob's lap instead. I guess they had been the paces spoiling him with treats and cat milk all summer so I couldn't blame him for wanting to sweeten them up, but I also knew he was also doing it to be petty.

'I guess that's a no then.' I reached up to stroke him but instead he attacked my hand and chewed on one of my fingers.

'Do you think I'll get murdered for wearing a black top instead of a shirt?'

I glanced at my phone that I had leaning against a book on my desk. My best friend's eager face was staring at me as she spoke to me on FaceTime, waiting for me to answer her question.

'Yes. Yes you will.'

Ella huffed.
'I swear Mrs Mathews and her Naxi prefects take pleasure in us all looking like robots. Is it really a crime to want to show some personality?'

'You mean some cleavage?' I replied before I could help myself. I should've known better though as that gave Ella an in to launch into a rant about head mistress Mathew's old fashioned views and our rights as students to express our personality in our clothes.

After adjusting my shirt one last time I rolled my eyes and made peace with the fact that this was as good as it was going to get.
'I'm going downstairs to have breakfast. I'll see you at school in a bit ok.'

'See you babes.'

After shoving the last books into my bag, including my writing journal that was bursting with new stories and poems I'd created over the summer, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen.
'Morning gorgeous.' Dad said handing me a plate of toast before passing by me to head upstairs.