The
vision-12
[RAWR don't
ask]
Well, looks like I was wearing black for now. There were white
shirts, knitted jumpers, ties, jackets, skirts, pants, shoes,
socks, etc. etc. I pull a few different sizes out and lay them on
the bed to consider. I glance at the clock I just noticed on the
wall. It was just on 4, I could hear students coming in downstairs
now.
I strip down out of the simple jeans and blue t-shirt that Lisa had
given me and pull on the medium shirt and skirt. The white shirt
fitted perfectly and I was pleased to see that it was not see
through like the cheap shirts I had seen at other schools. The
skirt was a little big so I pull on a small and walk back into the
wardrobe to consider myself in front of the mirror. I was sixteen,
I knew that if I turned up in a skirt down to my knees and a goofy
looking tie and jacket everyone would immediately turn away from
me. If I got pulled up by a teacher, I can just use the good old
excuse ‘it’s my first day’. So I hitched the
skirt up to my waist line and tucked in the shirt.
I look good, I admit to myself. The tailoring of the uniforms was
good. My long dark brown hair was falling around my shoulders, wavy
as usual. I didn’t really like my hair. It wasn’t
straight and it wasn’t curly it was just this frustratingly
wavy kind of in between thing. But at least it never went frizzy.
My hazel eyes looked ok, my face looked terrible. I didn’t
know if it was from lack of sleep or stress or what but it was
unusually pale with dark circles under my eyes.
I wander into the bathroom with high hopes. There was make up
there. I couldn’t believe it. What kind of school was this? I
didn’t put it on now, because it would just smudge everywhere
now. I slip out of the uniform, laying it neatly onto the desk. I
wonder over to the chest of draws and open it. Sure enough there
was pjs, casual clothes and even underpants, bra’s and
singlets in there. I seriously couldn’t believe it. I pull on
a comfortable but non too flattering pair of pjs and set the alarm
for a quarter to eight. I climb into bed and wait for sleep to take
me.
I flatten my skirt nervously, hoping I looked okay. I was wearing
the back pleated skirt and white shirt with no jacket or tie. It
was a really warm day though and no one I had seen so far had been
wearing a jacket. I was in simple ankle white socks and ballet flat
shoes. My hair was into a purposefully messy ponytail and my makeup
was looking good. I was hoping to be early, snag a seat at the back
and become relatively unnoticed but I burnt my toast, got lost and
still hadn’t been to my locker, so here I was ten minutes
into class and just arriving. I knock.
"Come in." Says a male voice. I open the door and step
in, still leaning on the handle and glancing at the timetable in my
hand.
"Is this form five history?" I ask, the middle aged male
teacher smiles.
"Why, you must be Bridget Parkins."
"Bree." I correct automatically.
"Come on in, Bree."
"You’re the girl that had that arrow in her back, the
one with Mr Julian." A red haired boy in the front row blurts
out before blushing.
"In the flesh, well most of it." I smile nervously as I
close the door, there were a few laughs from around the room.
"There’s one seat over there, if Will wouldn’t
mind sharing a text book?" I follow his eyes to see a bulky
blond guy sitting alone at a desk, grinning cockily. My shoulders
dropped even more, I couldn’t even get a nice girl to meet
and show me where to go for the rest of the day.
I take a seat next to him and Will slides the book into the middle
and points to the top of a paragraph as the teacher starts reading
again. It was about the civil war.
The vision-12 [RAWR don't ask] Well, looks like I was wearing
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May 2, 2010 9:29am
