Being a step daughter doesn't mean getting stuck in an attic with mice and horses as my only friends. It doesn't mean having wicked step sisters and a step mother with a fiery temper.

Infact my step mother is so soft hearted and quiet that I derive pleasure in riling her up. But then no one riles her up more than her own daughter, Lisa.
That girl is a bitch,289 days older than myself but she wouldn't stop rubbing it on my face.

Sometimes I wonder why she wasn't born a day before so she'd be a fool,an April Fool. But no, she had to be born on the first day of May.

Well, I could live with that.

First day of school and I hate to be late. I hurried out of my grey paradise avoiding the huge oval mirror above my dressing table.

I can never get used to my reflection.

"Dad,Jenna, good morning", I chirped sliding down the railings of the stairs and getting down in no time.

My dad barely looked up from his laptop. Nothing can come in between him and his work. He turned that way after my mum's death. So far I've gotten used to his absence but sometimes I miss who he used to be.

I walked into the kitchen to find Lisa dolled up as always sitting on the kitchen counter. Everyone knows Jenna hates that, but she does it anyway.

"What on earth are you wearing?", she yelled glaring at my outfit.

"my best t shirt and leggings?", I lied grabbing an apple and her cereal. She didn't seem to care though.

"That is your best T shirt?", she screamed staring at me like I've lost it.

"Change of trend sis, this is the latest fashion", I grinned tossing the apple into my bag and scarfing down the snack.
"yummy".

"What is wrong with you?", she yelled turning back to her phone. "I don't know her, I swear I don't know her....", she mumbled typing furiously on her phone.

I giggled, thinking of my friends reaction when they see me. After spending six years crushing on David, dressing up, partying and getting my heart ripped off my chest I was done,fed up, tired of trying.

With David out of the picture, I had no one to impress,if I couldn't get a boyfriend with a pretty face then the least I could do is pretend like I wasn't bothered.

I threw my bag to the back of my car as I climbed in ready to gun it down to school.

First day of school,new school year,new look,who said Mondays are the worst days? Well you need to see my friends faces when they see my new image,it would be ecstatic.

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26/5/2022