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So, after Crispin sent me those dick pics, which, by the way, were absolutely disgusting, I tried to use the trauma from them to get free shit from my mom. But it worked a bit too well… Mom called the school to try to get him punished but the whole school is full of pedophiles and rapists so guess who didn't get expelled? Mom called again and threatened with a lawsuit. She forgot one crucial detail though... I'm on the assisted income lunch plan so they knew she couldn't afford a lawyer. Like six different alimony checks and they're all going to hair bleaching... So we're moving... AGAIN. Swear to god I can never be satisfied. Not until it's too late.
“Nicole! You will come downstairs this instant!”
Nicole laid in bed, motionless. She barely spent any time at that school, why had she felt so sad about leaving?
“Nicole you will come down here or I will drag you down myself!”
“Fine mom, I’m sorry having trauma effects my life!”
“Nicole that was nearly a month ago!” A small sigh could be heard escaping her lips. “You need to go to school, okay? I know how hard it is sweetheart, but staying in your room forever won’t help you.”
Nicole, realising she didn’t want to be like her brother, begrudgingly dragged herself out of bed.
Piles of boxes littered her room – all the stuff she couldn’t be bothered to unpack. Her room looked bare – the only decorating her room was an MCR poster that she haphazardly stuck to the wall on moving day, and of course the clothes littering the floor (if you could call those decorations). Nicole opened her door and, surprise surprise, the rest of the house was also a mess. It felt like she had to avoid a maze of boxes as she went downstairs to her mom.
“Nicole you, actually showed up?” The surprise was evident on her face, as well as the pity.
“Oh my god yes mom I can actually do things, who would have guessed?”
Anger lit up on her mom’s face. “Honey, I was just trying to be nice!”
“Yeah I tried to be nice too, see where that got us?”
“Enough! I was just going to say that I have got the uniform for your new school and I would be grateful if you would try it on.”
“Wait, uniform?” Nicole’s eyes widened in surprise. “Am I going to some stuck-up private school?”
“Nicole I do not appreciate that sort of language!”
“Yeah well I don’t appreciate you whoring yourself out to whatever man you come in contact with.”
“Nicole I will have you know that my ‘whoring out’ has gotten me a boyfriend that has paid for 2 years of your tuition to one of the most prestigious private schools in the country.”
“…What” Nicole was speechless. Would this mean she would have 2 years of stability in her life? Who was she kidding her mother would probably fuck off to chase new dick before the year was over.
Nicole’s mom wore a smug grin as she handed Nicole her uniform. “So go upstairs and try this on young, lady.”
Oh right, the uniform. It looked like the sort of thing Megan would wear unironically because it “helped her image” or whatever bullshit she could come up with. It looked like it was suffocating your soul just by looking at it. “Am I really going to wear this every day?” she thought to herself. Looking up, she saw her mom staring at her expectantly so she walked away to change, making sure to flip her mom off as she walked off.
The uniform consisted of a fitted brown blazer over a simple white collared blouse, with an optional brown sweater you could wear between them (which she would obviously wear given the cold weather). It had a ribbon that you had to tie around your collar which was a total pain to get looking presentable. And girls also had to wear a pleated blue skirt as well as white thigh high stockings, which were totally not her style.
While the clothes technically fit her (thanks mom you actually remembered my size), they didn’t fit her. She wasn’t some trashy high school girl who cut herself anymore, she was just another student at a private school. Like it mattered. She wouldn’t stay at this school for more than a couple months – maybe half a year if she was lucky. So it didn’t really matter. Nothing matters, after all.
She went downstairs to find her mom hastily closing the medicine cabinet.
“So sweetie, does it fit well? It looks really nice on you!”
“I mean its fine apart from being a fucking uniform. This has to be a cruel and unusual punishment.”
“Nicole stop being overdramatic. Having a uniform makes you look smart and professional!”
“It makes me look less appealing to rapists, so I guess that’s a plus. Actually a lot of guys are into that, and it also lets them know I’m underage, so the pedophiles will definitely get excited…”
“Nicole! Not every man is a rapist or pedophile!”
“You know better than anyone what men are like!”
“I’m not arguing with you right now, go to your room and you WILL go to school tomorrow!”
Nicole knew better than to fight with her mom right before her pills kicked in, so she settled for mumbling curses under her breath as she walked up to her room.
Going back to school wasn’t the worst part, the worst part was that this was probably going to be a really posh school that would force her to do her work and actually attend classes (like seriously who does that) but only so that it would look good for them. They had records to keep up, after all.