New Life
"Reece Swanson!!" My mum's voice boomed from under the stairs. I cursed under my breath as I jogged my lip-gloss across my chin. God, I was so jittery today, and so nervous! I had to look good."REECE!!!!"
"Coming!" I barked back, even though I had no intention of. Grabbing a baby wipe, I gently whipped away the trail of glittery pink lip-gloss staining my chin. I was frickin 17 and she was still bossing me around. Sighing, I raked my hands through my sandy brown-ish blonde hair, now frizzed up like a lion's mane.
"You're gonna be late for college!"
Rolling my eyes, I plugged the straightener in, wincing as it burnt my hand and swiped it against my hair. Like, mum, chill. I know that. Your probably wondering why I'm getting so worked up over how I look, right? I'm usually one of those girls who don't really care what they look like, but today... Today is different.
"HONEY, I'M COMING UP!"
God can someone throw a punch that women's way? Why is today so different? Because today is the one and only FAIRYTALE dance. Everyone has been getting worked up over it for even months before it. To describe it as magical would be cutting it in the least. Think of Prom, ten times better. (20 times if you go to a crappy school with crappy prom)
Finally, my mum's head appeared from behind the door. I suppressed a groan, raising and eyebrow at her. "Mum, there's still 15 minutes left till college, ok?" She narrowed her eyes at me. God, she should stop doing that.
"EXACTLY! A 5 minute walk to the bus stop, then 20 minutes until you reach there and you're not even out the house yet!!!!" Angrily, she marched towards me and snatched the hair straightener out of my hands. "Mum!" I tried to make a lunge for it, but my mum is like, freakishly tall, so I ended up grabbing fistfuls of air. My shoulder jammed into the floor painfully, and I gave a moan as pain flared up it.
Mum, as usual, showing no sympathy, yanked me up. "Mum, it's the fairy-tale ball today." I pleaded with her, trying to do that puppy-eyed thing I used to do when I was younger.
"Honey, why are you doing cross-eyes?" Damn. "You're perf already." Firstly, it is just plain WEIRD hearing you mum say perf, and secondly, I HATE it when they say that. Sighing in defeat, I took a last look at myself in the mirror, and retreated downstairs. Grabbing a banana on my way.
Outside, the wind bit my cheeks and slapped my hair around as I walked towards the bus stop. The Fairy-tale ball would go like this. Firstly, we'd all go through 2 normal hours of lessons (unfortunately, citizenships and maths) whilst the others were adding the final touches. Then, we'd all go home and get ready, before driving to the venue (yes venue! Not crappy sports hall!) and the party would kick off. Amanda, my best friend, was meeting over at mine after the 2 hours of unnecessary torture finished. Well, actually, that would be a lie for me. I love lessons and studying... Minus maths and citizenships.
The bus took extra-long to arrive today, and I had to stand there huddled up in my duffel coat for a full 10 minutes.
Finally, when it did arrive, I had numb feet and almost stumbled over one of the passengers. Great start to this day. Not.
"REEREEE BABY!!!!" I hopped off the bus as it reached it's destination and ran into Mandy's arms. "Get a room Lesbos's" Some jerk muttered from behind us. We both giggled and squealed like full-on girly girls. Hey, it's the fairy-tale dance night, we're allowed to! "I can't believe it's actually arrived!" She chuckled, jumping up and down like a retarded seal.
I jumped along with her, excitement filling me up to the point I could barely breath. Suddenly, she frowned, tugging me closer and examined my neck. "OMG! What's that on your neck?" she frowned. I brushed my hand against the spot she was staring so intently at, and felt nothing but smooth skin. "What do you mean?" She fished out a compact mirror and showed me. There on my neck was a small tattoo-looking picture of a kingdom inside the heart, and written in inky writing was the name... Marcus?
I gasped, reeling back. Mandy stared at me, eyes wide but she was now smiling. "Wow, amazing tattoo! When did you get it? Who's Marcus, Jerry will be so jel!" Jerry- I frowned. My boyfriend. He'd think this was the name of some other boy. How did it get there? It was truly magical and it glowed, seeming more like a birth mark than a tattoo.
Mandy didn't notice me hesitating and she bounced towards class, with me on her heels. Frowning, I trailed a finger across the strange tattoo thing on my neck. What was it?
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