Urgh!
Another stupid day in this stupid world. I still can't do anything right.
My name is Samantha. Samantha Logan. Born in a middle class family. I grew up with my grandparents ever since my parents separated when I was five. My Nana would always tell me their worlds of origin didn't support their coming together so one way or the other, they can't be together.
As if I care.
It's been twelve years now and trust me when I say I am doing fine without them.
Well enough with that
My
Life
My
Story
No
Betrayals
.
.
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Okay. Monday morning, first day in a new school. This is my third school in an academic year. Don't ask me why third. It's a secret.
I didn't have any work since my Nana did all the choirs. She's really strong. One would find it hard to believe that she's actually ninety cause she looks like fifty.
I quickly ate breakfast, listened to my Nana's warnings, grabbed my skateboard from the storage and ran off to school.
When I arrived, there were few people there. The school is really big and looks fancy. I know this was my grandpa's idea.
That silly old man. I'm sure he's the one who picked this school. Actually he told me yesterday night but I wasn't listening as usual. I love my old folks but...I guess I'll just keep using puberty as an excuse.
When I passed through the gates, I realized I was the odd one. Everyone was in uniforms except me and they all stared at me like I was crazy or something. But I don't care. They can stare all they want but_
"Wrong attire. Hello beauty Sam. You are welcome to Sorcer Academy. Stay still so I can take your measurements"
Is this earth?
I'm staring at a floating robot. I hope I'm not imagining things.
A red light scanned me from head to toe. It did so about three times before turning green.
Cool. I thought.
"Measurements acquired. Processing uniform per student's character. Right characterizing, tomboy."
We'll... it's not wrong.
My clothes are changing. What is happening?
Red jacket not up to my waist, black shorts, black boots which reached my knees. Even my hairstyle changed. I usually allow it loose but part of it was tied up in a bun while the front was cut short with the edges was sprayed white.
That's not all. Skull earrings, five rings, three on my right hand and two on my left, a bangle bracelet for my left hand, and another skull necklace on my neck. In addition is red lipstick and pink nails
"So how do you like your transformation beauty Sam?"
"Like it? Just my taste. Thanks robo ball"
"I am not a ball. I am robot 109584. I will show you to your classroom"
"Okay numbers... where's my bag?" I asked and started thinking of where I might have dropped it. Even my skateboard is missing
"Uhm number ball.. whatever you're called. Where is my bag? And my skateboard?"
"That's what you get for calling me robo ball and number"
The robot said and just zoomed off.
"Get back here!" and I followed it too.
'Think you're tough eh?'