what it's like to be me

First day back to school after the holidays and I woke up to the sound of my mum screaming,
"fire, fire i have set the kitchen on fire"
i got up and run downstairs and looked about for my mum, there was smoke everywhere. i grabbed my mum's hand and ran out the door. i was still in my batman pj's, our neighbours were gathering around and looking worried, i could hear the fire truck in the distance, it looked like someone had already phoned them and an ambulance in case we were hurt.

After getting checked over twice by the paramedics i was in the clear, all my clothes were ruined in that fire i bet my mum was trying to cook again.
" what the fuck Amelia" i heard an annoyed frank come up behind me.
Frank was my friend since nursery we had always been close friends nothing more just friends.
"yeah sorry i didn't call" i said quietly.
"no its alright i'm just glad you're alright and not burnt to a crisp" he said while pulling me into a tight hug.
"i like your pj's by the way they're real cool" he said while laughing his head off.
i probably looked like a right mess i hadn't showered or brushed my hair and my make up was still on from last night.
"this is a big ask but do you mind if i stay at your house for a few weeks and borough some clothes "
" no problem what is mine, is yours" he smiled brightly took my hand and made our way to frank's place.

I jogged upstairs and into frank's room, he told me i could have a shower and choose my clothes from his closet, i am really glad he has loads of band tees like i used to own because most of the time they're unisex. i rinsed the mango fruit conditioner out of my hair and wrapped a towel round my body and my hair.
i grabbed an misfits t-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans and my own doc martins. i stood in front of the large mirror and applied make up that belonged to frank's sisters and i tried to tug a brush through my light blonde curly hair but gave up. it would do.

i wasn't a bad student i had just got told to choose a different subject, no thats a lie sorry, they chucked me out of the classes because i was not good enough. my history teacher said i had to go because i was too loud and was failing, same with my geography teacher. i now had to take art, i hated art. i went to jonathan hill's private school, my mum paid thousands a year to keep me at that school and they didn't teach me well, they just gave up. We didn't have special uniforms or anything like that it, seemed more like a public school than a private school, the teachers did not give a flying fuck about what we did, they just wanted paid.

i have double period of art first, wish me luck.

Notes

first ever fanfic i made hope you guys like it