I jump on my bed and cling on tight, crying behind my closed eyes, trying not to whimper out loud. But I cannot hold back my sobbing for long because I know that this morning is going to be the worst day of my life - not new and exciting as my parents say it's going to be- but the rather the end of my beginning.

Clinging round Minnie's neck, I know that I am living the last moments of my carefree time, that the moment when I step out of this house, I will not be the same person again.

Yes you guessed it people, I'm waking up early on a Monday morning.

Why do such a terrible thing you may ask. But before you start blaming me, blame it on my parents who are forcing me too.

What parent forces their child to go to school? Like who the hell even does that?

I let go of Minnie's neck and rub my eyes tiredly. Yes people, I'm nearly eighteen and I still sleep with a teddy. Get over it.

I yawn loudly and lift my feet up in the air for a few seconds only to be placing them back on the floor.

I got up and swiftly made my way to the toilet. By swiftly I mean tripping over my own foot and falling flat face on the ground, making a loud noise. But don't you dare tell anyone.

I walked in the toilet and locked the door. I wasn't surprised when I looked in the mirror. My - dark brown hair, almost black- was puffy and everywhere, making it look like a nest. And I look like a sleep-walking zombie.

In other words, I look normal.

Well, as normal as I can get.

Anyway, I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face.

I looked again in the mirror and came face to face with the most beautiful, amazing, awesome, brilliant person on earth. Me.

You were all probably thinking about yourselves. Tut tut, you cocky show-offs.

I snapped out my thoughts when I heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

"Morning honey" Mums sweet voice called out. My mum says she's sweet, my dad says she's a lot to handle, and well, I think she's somewhere in between. Maybe more on my dad's side. Sorry mum, but you're not really as sweet as you claim to be.

I mean who even called themselves sweet? That's so weird.

"Morning Mum" I called back.

"Get your ass downstairs you smelly bum, breakfast is ready" She says and I hear her steps fade away. To be honest, she's more of a teenager than I will ever be.

Do you understand why I agree with the fact that she isn't that sweet?

I put together an outfit quickly and get dressed. I kick my door sending it to fly open.

Have I mentioned that I'm a ninja?

I'm a secret spy-ninja that works undercover for a scary, well known gang. I'm not joking. No one is as skillful as I am.

I run down the stairs and obviously, being me, I trip over the second stair and fall down. It's what we skillful people do, duh you idiot. That fall was totally planned.

I didn't want to eat. Cereal, toast, butter. I usually like cereal, but today I have lost my appetite.

It probably has something to do with the new horrible school my parents are sending me too.

We've just recently moved to this city and my parents thought it would be a good idea to send me to a private school.

I told them that a state school was just as good, but no- being the stubborn old people they are, they somehow managed to convince me to agree to attending this school.

I haven't visited it yet, but I did look it up, you know just to see what it looks like.

It was quite big, and surprisingly a lot of people attended that school. It's usually less people who go to a private school since they're quite expensive these days.

"Come on honey, hurry up. You don't want to be late for school" My dad smiled as he handed my bag, obviously unaware of the breakdown that happened half an hour ago.

I faked a smile and thanked him. I went up to my mum and kissed her cheek, saying goodbye to her.

"Why don't you try and make friends for once, so you know, maybe you can stop being such a loner" My shouts just as I was about to step outside.

"And why don't you go get a plastic surgery, so you know, maybe you can look a bit younger" I yell back.

"Rosaline" She gasped.

"It's Rose, not Rosaline. Just Rose" I shouted back.

"I'm the one who gave birth to you, I think I deserve to at least get to name you" She yelled back.

I sighed and my way out the house. It's not that I don't like my name, it's just that it sounds really posh and old. No offence to anyone with the same name.

I took a quick glance at the map that was showing on my phone.

'Walk straight'

'Then turn right'

I'm obviously not going to turn right though, I mean I could just turn left and end up taking another path. I'll just explain to my parents that I accidentally got lost and I couldn't go to school.

Wow I'm such a genius. Why didn't I think of this before? I'm such an idiot.

I was about to turn left when I felt my phone vibrate.

Dad: I'm not stupid Rosie, I know you're planning on getting lost and not going to school.

What the hell?! Is my dad stalking me or something.

Me: How could you accuse me of such thing?

I waited a few moments till I felt the phone vibrate again.

Dad: Please Rose, do this for your mother and I. We have moved all the way across the country for you to get better education.

Ughh, why do my parents have to be such good and kind people?

Me: Ughh fine. Just saying though, I was actually planning to school.

Dad: I'm sure you were darling, I'm sure you were.

I rolled my eyes and turned right.

I sighed. This is gonna be a long walk.

I've been walking for like five hours and I'm sooooo tired!

You've been walking for 15 minutes. My inner voice reminded me.

Shut up you idiot.

You can't tell me to shut up. That will be telling yourself to shut up.

Smartass.

Dumbo.

Ughh, I think I'm going crazy.

Yeah I think so too.

Nobody asked for your opinion.

Yeah, I've definitely gone crazy. I think it's about five minutes till I reach a big building that has a sign 'St.Martins Private School in big bold letters.

I wonder what the students here are like. I hope they're not dumb and weird like the people in my old school.

That's why I didn't have any friends.

It was such a cliché school, with all the different cliques; cheerleaders, jocks, nerds, scary people who talk to no one, weirdos that study the trees and other weird stuff like that.

Everyone was in a clique, everyone except me of course. They were all weird so I didn't talk to anyone, nor did they ever bother talking to me. Not that I'm complaining though.

I make my way towards the entrance and sigh.

My day is already ruined and it hasn't even started yet.

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