Misery Began

The morning light sweeped over the room as the sun rose from a distance. Stacy was so blinded, it urged her to pull her blush pink blanket over her head and lucky for her the alarm decided to go off right after that "Beep beep... Beep beep..." Stacy stretched her lean arms, rising up her chest. "Beep beep.... Beep beep..." The noise blabbered again. Stacy's hand travelled towards her bed side table then "wooshed" side to side, trying to find her rose gold clock. After, moments of struggling she eventually found it, then chucked it across her luxurious room. If it wasn't for her. Her dad would've never returned last night. Everything about yesterday was so mentally exhausting. She just wanted to forget out about it completely.

The panic of being late, gushed into her, which urged her to charge up then hurry out of her bed then straight into her bathroom. Since, it was the first day of school she wanted to feel as relaxed as possible so she decided to start her day with a warm shower. Stacy was getting all these anxieties about starting her first day. What if she doesn't get good grades this year? What if she gets bullied again? She shook all the thoughts away as soon as she gripped the paper thin shower curtain, sliding it to the other side. Knowing that she had to be brave and try her best. A sudden relief washed over her as soon as she stepped into the shower, feeling the warmth attacking all over her body and sliding down the drain, washing all her thoughts away. Her back arched from the tiny droplets of water, slithering down her spine. The warm water was really helping her to loosen up her tensed muscles and feel more relaxed.

"Stacy? I'll be waiting for you in the car, I'll drop you off on your first day!" Mr Arrington yelled from downstairs.

"No dad! I'm taking the bus." Stacy's voice echoed from the shower.

"But if I don't drop you off, you're going to be late!" Mr Arrington reminded then slid his car keys inside his pocket.

"Fine!" Stacy gave in, then wrapped the white towel around her naked body.

"Hurry up! I'm getting inside the car." Mr Arrington ordered, then gently closed the door.

Stacy raced out of her bathroom. Buttoning up her white shirt then zipped up her black skirt which only reached below her thighs then slid her black tights up her feet then over her hips. Wrapped her black tie around her neck. Pulled over her blazer then to finish off, she brushed her sleek straight hair and left the house with no makeup on. The last thing she wanted was to get told off for makeup but luckily the teachers never told her off for her skirt, which the other girls always got really mad about. I guess being the teacher's pet does have it's benefits. 

Stacy dashed outside of her house then into her dad's Ferrari. Sitting on the front seat next to her dad. Mr Arrington started playing "Eternal Flame" by Atomic Kitten which was something he played so often. The ride was smooth with no traffic. They only had five minutes until the bell rang. Mr Arrington started singing the song, after playing it for the 5th time then Stacy started singing along with him.

"Here we are." Mr Arrington stated as he parked his car. "And before you leave. I just wanted to say thank for yesterday. I could've stated there if it wasn't for you."

"Well, of course! You didn't deserve what she did you you." Stacy expressed.

"And there is something else I have to tell you."   Both of Stacy's eyebrows slid up. "Your mum left this morning." Her chest ached. She took a flight back to Colombia withought telling anyone. I found out because all of her belongings were gone and she had cut the ticket by using money from my bank account so I have to make some changes to that." He informed. "Your mum was never happy no matter what I did for her or no matter what I bought her. She was just always depressed with her life so she started having these countless affairs with men." He released a deep breath. "And... And I definitely wasn't okay with that and last night I finally had a serious conversation with her about it after years of her lying and cheating. She clearly didn't take it well." A glimpse of guilt was reflecting onto his face. He knew he had no reason to feel guilty but he wished he had handled it better. After all he did live her. Even if it was toxic.

"It's fine. We don't need her anyway." Stacy sounded cold and heartless. She gave her dad a quick peck on his cheek and said. "Thank you. Not just for this. But for everything." She hurried out of the car slamming the door shut then raced straight towards her school.

"Have a great day honey!" Mr Arrington waved. Stacy rushed past every one else then barged inside through the main entrance, the last thing she wanted was to get a detention. And lucky for her, she made it just in time for the morning assembly.

"Hey don't push in!" A voice whispered from the back as soon as Stacy slid into the line of grade 10 students. 

"Sorry." Stacy whispered back, looking apologetic. The girl just rolled her eyes in return.

"Good morning year 10!" Mr Cameron said joyfully as most of the people in grade 10 were half asleep in this excessively long assembly, they had at the start of every year. No wonder why Stacy nearly slept through all of them. 

This year, Stacy was determined to get good grades. Most of the people in her class didn't really care about getting good grades as much as she did, she even got teased sometimes for trying "too hard" because she "wasn't capable of getting good grades" but this year nothing could get in her way she was determined. 

After the assembly ended Stacy made her way towards the French corridor. She seemed so determined while gliding into her French classroom. She made sure to smile and say "Bonjour." To her French teacher then sat down in the front row where the teacher instructed her to sit.

"Amber Ross you are late!" Mrs Anderson complained while her eyes were burning with fury but of course Amber just walked inside, rolling her eyes at the teacher. Amber, always had a reputation for being as this mean popular girl. She always covered herself with fake tan which seemed rather orange with her pale blonde hair extensions, some people even called her Umpa Lumpa. Those people would've been nice to her if she didn't bullied them everyday.

"Don't you do that ever again! First of all, you're late on the first day of school and now you are giving me attitude?" Mrs Anderson asked raising her voice to the highest but Amber still didn't care she just argued back. It was a thing for the "popular" girls to argue with the teachers then being kicked out of the classroom so they can be known as the "bad girls." Stacy was always sick of it, she really didn't see the point of wasting so much time. She always thought they needed a reality check.

" I didn't do anything!" Amber yelled back at Mrs Anderson.

"Don't talk to me like that!" Mrs Anderson commanded Amber. Then it went on and on and on like usual. Until the class finally started after 15 minutes.

"I'll be asking people what they did over the holidays in French and everyone needs to answer what they did in French. So is there any volunteers?" As soon as Mrs Anderson asked, Stacy's hand went straight up. "Ahh.. Stacy, tu as fait quoi pendant les vacancies." Mrs Anderson asked.

"Pendant les vacances, je suis allé à Dubaï avec ma famille et j'ai visité beaucoup d'endroits comme la fontaine de Dubaï, c'était très amusing" Stacy answered in her best French accent mean while Amber narrowed her eyes at Stacy while folding her arms across her chest. 

"très bien, très bien!" Mrs Anderson applauded.

"Anyone else wants to volunteer?" Mrs Anderson asked but no one else had their hands up, Amber laughed at the situation indicating that Stacy was a looser for trying. "Amber! What did you do in the holidays? Answer it in French." Mrs Anderson demanded. 

"Well, you didn't ask me in French then why should I answer in French?" Amber disrespected making up the most pointless argument. Well, this wasn't really new, she always annoyed teachers by asking pointless questions.

"Amber! answer the question." Mrs Anderson shouted as she lost her patience.

"Je dans le eh.. House." Amber answered while smirking at her friends.

"No! This is why you need to concentrate more in lessons Amber." Mrs Anderson yelled in frustration. 

"Are you taking the mick? Its not my fault that I don't know French." Amber defended herself. As the arguments went on, Stacy felt like her brain was going to explode.