Chapter 2

~A year later~

I hate my life, fucking hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE, my life, guess what? My brother just got out of hospital, after being almost kidnapped by his psycho father, whom I do not class as my father, merely a sperm donor.

So let me get to the point , we're moving, only a few towns away , so I should still be able to see my friends but it won't be the same , I'm changing schools and everything. I hate my life. I don't make friends easily; I'm going to miss them all so much.

~A week later~

Great, life isn't so crap , still hate it , but its more bearable , I already miss my friends ,and I went down to see them at the weekends stayed Fri/Sat and just got back , starting school tomorrow, and I'm absolutely bricking it.

Its Monday today, Oh the joy. Can you sense my sarcasm? Hmm. I got in to the car, as slow as I could manage without getting it in the neck from my mum. I arrived and walked into the building, I wasn't late, but I had to wait outside the principal's office for what seemed like years. He finally came out, looking rather pissed, though I knew it couldn't possibly be at me. He soon noticed me and smiled,

"Oh sorry dear, do come in, let me get you settled."

I smiled back, but inside I was beyond bored.

"Rightio, My name is Mr Dickinson and I am your new head teacher. Here is your timetable and your new form will be 11R obviously this year Is a big year for you , preparing for your final exams. I wish you all the best."

Again I smiled at him. "

Is there anything you would like to ask"

" Uhm.. Yes actually"

I was tired and half asleep, "Go ahead" he smiled encouragingly.

"I don't really know the teachers or students, in fact I hadn't even heard of this school."

I laugh awkwardly;

"So could you tell me about the teachers that are on my timetable?"

"Of course, they're all pretty lenient other than Mr Danderbackl, he hates kids that loose focus and will often try to intimidate you, as long as you don't speak back or show up late, he will have no choice but to be nice to you, Also Miss wriight is pregnant and doesn't need any stress, so do behave dear, I have heard you are an excellent student and I'm sure you'll fit in here at RedHawkHigh."

"Oh, well thank you very much sir, see you around?"

"Of course Miss Steele, have a good day."

Good day my arse, I left his office and thought about where I needed to go. I saw the girls toilets and walked in, they were nice , clean and didn't smell! Thank god they have great mirrors too. I looked over my appearance. I was In a white fitting blouse and a black pleated skirt , quite short , but not belt short. I had a small cardigan over the top, buttons undone, that was also fitting, but not too tight, just right. I had gotten this new, makeshift uniform from top shop, I love it there.

My mum had agreed to get it all from there this time, because RHH isn't strict on uniform like Lampton academy. My features are plain but somehow exotic, I'm mixed race, My mother is of a white somewhat Irish family though we have hardly got anything but an English accent, we have our odd words now and again but that's just what we have always done. My father, whom I do not feel had the right to be called a father, Is of a black west African decent, I don't know anything of his family, and if I did I wouldn't bother trying to remember it all.

So My face is quite plain , I'm told I'm pretty by my friends. I have turned a few heads, but back home it's not exactly flattery. Boys this age are controlled by their hormones, and so I don't pay attention to it. Over all I have quite open eyes , a chocolate brown colour, fairly long lashes, covered in a thin layer of mascara. The only makeup I wear at all. I have an average nose, not big not tiny and full lips. Again not big, but just normal. I quite like my lips. I don't really find myself attractive but I would say they are my best feature, then again my friends tell me to shut up and that my whole face is amazing.

It's not like I'm being vain or anything ,neither am I attention seeking. I just don't see it. I have naturally curly hair, quite curly in fact, but I always straighten it for school, and it's always neat and tidy. I used to have it to my waist and I loved it, but It was too much work. So I recently cut it to about 7cm over my shoulders, which is still longish but much more manageable, My hair is brown, sometimes in pictures it looks black. I have a fringe that can be made into a full or side. And I have long layers.

I have about three small beauty spots on my face, to be honest you can only really see them if your close up, only one is really noticeable. I have my ear pierced, once on the right, twice on the left. Thinking about getting another, depends what mood I'm in. My figure is okish, I feel fat sometimes but I think If I were to say anything my mum would get pissed off and say I am just `fishing for compliments. I weigh about 8 stone and have a great upper torso. I hate my legs, they're ok but my thighs bother me a bit. All girls have that , there not huge just weird.

I think I only don't like my legs because I have two long scars, one on the front , and one on the back of my left leg. One is on the calf other the back of the thigh, even so it's not really that, that annoys me. I have stretch marks, from where I used to run for my school. I'm a fast runner But as soon as I gave it up , The muscle went loose and the outcome wasn't great. Reading over this , I feel I might come over as self conscious, which I am.

I have allot of things wrong with me , but I will come to them another time. So all in all, my appetence isn't that bad. I'm a size 6/8 depending where I shop and I'm around 5 ft 6 or 7 I'm leaving the toilets now, going to head to my first lesson, which by the looks of it is English.