I'm Special, Bitch!

Back to School

"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the bitchiest of 'em all?" I grinned at the huge mirror in my room. Not waiting for a reply, I winked and looked at myself. The wink had brought my attention to my gold eyes that were lined with black eyeliner. It made the almond shaped eyes stand out and I liked it…

It was the first day in my new college, in my old town and I wanted to give a good impression. The denim skirt I wore was above my knees by a few inches and the hot pink t-shirt hugged me tightly. As going school would mean a lot of walking, I had worn my pink converses. Now looking at my decision in clothing, I thanked God for the taste of fashion he had given me. Was I hot, or what? With another grin, I picked up my converse bag and walked down to the kitchen where my mum had gotten the breakfast ready.

"Hey mum," I smiled at her as I sat to eat a pancake. "Where's Mark?"

Mum smiled. "He needed to leave early today. You see, it's his first day at work too."

Mark was my step dad of three years. My biological dad had left when I was only two years old, and my mum had dated every once in a while. I only saw him once when I had been eight and he had given me a lollipop and smiled sadly before saying that it was the last time he'd see me because he was moving to start a new life. At the time I had thought he didn't want me, that's why he wanted a new family; because back then, I used to believe that my dad would come and we'd make a proper family like my friends. It had never happened. The loss had never meant much for me because I had never really known what the presence of a father was like. But three years ago, she had brought Mark home and told me that they wanted to get married. It had been a surprise because I barely saw the people my mum dated, and bringing one home to meet me and declaring they were going to get married had been unusual. But what could I do other than just smile and nod, huh?

So we had come to an agreement. I had agreed to her marriage as long as she didn't argue about my clothing. At the time, she had strong opinions against my short skirts and body hugging dresses, but once we did that agreement, everything had been solved. Now, both of us were happy.

Mark was a doctor. We had been living in Scotland for the last four years, after having moved from here. However, he had put himself under 'transfers' because he wanted to move back to England. And a few weeks ago, a place became available for him at the biggest hospital in Sheering. The place I had lived in all my life until we had moved four years ago.

"Chyna, honey, we have some news for you," mum announced when I came home late one evening, sitting on the love seat with Mark.

"Yeah?" I wasn't interested. It had been a very long day. I had just dumped my boyfriend of two weeks because I had noticed he was getting attached to me. I didn't do attached. Uh-uh.

"We had talked about Mark transferring, remember?" mum asked, smiling a little.

"Mhmm," where was this going?

"Well, a place has become available," Mark said, smiling brightly.

That took my attention. "Really?"

"Yes," my mum said.

I wasn't sure if I should be happy or sad. Sheering had been my home for fourteen years and when we had moved to Scotland, it had had a great effect on me. Especially as I was still dealing with Jayden's words. Therefore, excuse me for getting scared of moving again. "So...umm, where to?" I really tried to sound nonchalant.

My mum smiled widely all of a sudden. "Okay, this is like marmite. You'll either love it or hate it."

I laughed nervously. "C'mon, ma."