SCARLET'S REBIRTH

RESURGENCE

"Nothing is cooler and more attractive than a big comeback, and that'll be me"
....... Steven Adler

"I am beautiful. I'm smart. I'm unique. I'm confident. Yes, I'm confident. I'm perfect.". These were the lines I kept on muttering as my mom drove me to school.

Today was the first day of school and I felt a huge lump on my throat. I was so nervous. I looked pale even after having a tan all summer with my mom. I had also put on some makeup and bronzer.

I had woken up earlier than usual again today. The nervousness was choking me. I had to pull this off smoothly.

On Saturday, my mom and I had gone shopping for my comeback outfit. She got me this gorgeous bondage jumpsuit from fashion nova that was on limited edition.

It was so overrated so I decided to save it for another occasion and instead I chose to wear my fashion nova black high-rise Jean pants and a crop fuck-off sweatshirt. I knew my mom would explode with rage but I didn't care. I'm just used to her drama.

Dressing up took a lot of time than expected. I had gotten my long hair straightened over the weekend, but one glance at the mirror, I felt it wasn't good enough so I spent an extra 20 minutes curling my hair.

I wore a pair of Jimmy choo's and carried my Channel bag. I was dressed in limited editions of clothes girls would die to have. I looked gorgeous. I really did.

I complimented my look with a Dolce and Gabanna sunglasses.

My mom had been sulking about my choice of outfits since we drove off. I was glad we were running late because she couldn't get me to change to her previous choice. My added bonus.

Even with all these outfits, I didn't feel confident enough. I knew
to the rest of BHS, I would still be meatball.

I could change all that if I wanted to.

I was definitely going to change it.

"Scar?" My mum called out to me. "Hope you are ready for your big day?"

This was the hundredth time she was asking me and for a hundredth time, I also replied.

"Sure mom". It wasn't a Lie and it wasn't totally true.

I had my cell phone in my hand. I had been staring at it every few minutes. Waiting for any beep from my dad. A call. Text. Anything.

He had returned from work that Thursday in a hurry and quickly packed for a business trip to Miami. I couldn't even see him. How annoying.

Could it be he had forgotten I was resuming today? Well, I wouldn't be surprised. I rolled my eyes and threw my phone into my bag.

Looking up the gates of Bestow High School stood before me. OMG. I could feel my heart pounding. I was scared my mom would hear it too.

"We're here!" my mom exclaimed driving in. "Uhmm". She started again. "You know today is my first day at work as a new branch manager, so I won't be able to come in with you. I called principal Ivanka she would attend to you. Would you be able to handle this all by yourself?"

"Of course mom. I'm 17 not 7" I whined.

"I know baby. Remember first impression matters a lot. Remember all I taught you."

Oh boy. Here comes the sermon. I was scrolling aimlessly at my phone as she continued, thinking of how my first steps would be and how everyone would stare at me as the new girl without paying attention to what she was saying.

"Do you get me"? She asked

"Yes, mom. I did" don't blame me it wasn't actually a Lie.

"Also no junks. Eat only veggies and most importantly drink lots of water". she said