This is the first Miss Bimbo fanfiction that will grace this site, hopefully there will be more in future! I am using my own character on the site as the main protagonist of the story.
Prologue
To say that I was happy when I left school is an understatement. I was ecstatic. I had experienced nothing but pain and ridicule there. I was smart enough to get a few decent grades in my exams before I left. I made friends with the librarian, spent a lot of time in the art block, and never went to the dining hall or outside. I spent my time reading or drawing, occasionally acting like an eleven year old if the teacher wasn't there to supervise the classroom at lunchtime. I regularly missed PE, either forgetting my kit or forging a note. I never had many friends...
On the very last day, I went to the library and said goodbye to the librarian, helped her return the books to the shelf one last time.
"Cora?" She said my name as my hand touched the door, ready to pull it open so I could leave. I turned around and walked back to the desk. The librarian smiled at me before hurrying into her tiny office. She came out with a battered old book and handed it to me. "I want you to have this."
I looked in shock at the hardback in my hand. I opened the front cover and gasped. "I can't take this, it's almost a hundred years old!" I tried to protest.
"Nonsense. My librarian gave it to me when I was a girl and I want you to have it."
I stayed in the library for a while longer, stunned by what was now in my possession. When I left I was ready to cry.
"So, when are you moving out?" It was the spiteful voice of my sister. She had always had the box room in the house and envied the space that my room offered.
"What? I'm only sixteen." I almost rolled my eyes, she was so obvious and repetitive.
"Yeah, so you can move out and I can get the big room. Shouldn't you be looking for a job?" I saw her smirk and knew that there'd be trouble soon, and I'd be the one blamed. She was like that, always looking for trouble and making sure that she appeared guilt free.
I shook my head and went upstairs, dumping my bag on the landing. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with water, patting it dry with my cream towel. I leaned over the bath and fixed the plug, turning the tap to start running the water. Cream towel still in hand, I crossed the landing to my bedroom, where I grabbed a book – The Grafton Girls by Annie Groves – and my moisturiser before heading back. I needed to relax and think, clear my head essentially, before looking at colleges and courses for next year.