A Reinvention

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: The Imaginarium


A short story inspired by The Imginarium Picture Prompt 28.

Submitted: October 12, 2017

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A Reinvention

For Dad it is a promotion, for Mom it is an opportunity to reacquaint herself with her sister; for me.....well, it’s a chance to reinvent myself, I guess.

They haven’t made the move because of me, but they both think it’s a chance that came at a very good moment in time. I’d kind of lost my focus at school, had got in with who they regarded as a ‘bad crowd’. We weren’t academically motivated but just wanted to have fun. Even if it did mean playing truant, hanging around, having a smoke and a drink.

I hadn’t meant it to happen. My best friend moved away and the others, well, they seemed to get on better without me being with them. I was out on my own, like one of the loners, and I needed to get back in with some group or other. I’ve never been that happy in my own company. I had a chance, Tracy let me in; I just had to prove to the others that I belonged, and if that meant doing things I should have known not to – well, that was a price that I’d pay.

So now I’m facing a new school, in a whole new part of the country. I don’t know what to expect, how to behave. I don’t even know how I should dress. It might be a new chance to reinvent myself, but reinvent myself into what?

Stepping out of the shower, I review my options. I could go for the studious look, serious, most definitely not flirty. Those really into studying might welcome me with open arms. I’d be ultra-polite, very quiet and give in to my natural shyness.

On the other hand, I could go for the more outrageous, in-your-face look. I know how to create a stir if I want to. I can be a rebel with or without a cause. The teachers won’t like me, the quieter ones won’t either, but at least things might be a bit more lively.

And then I consider my third option, the in-between. Jeans, tight enough to be eye-catching but not like a second skin. A roomy and comfortable sweater in pastel colors with a t-shirt underneath. My boots, my favourites, that go with anything. Make-up, but under-stated, not bold and brash, and my hair I’ll just leave loose.

The third option is the one I’ll go with. Neither ‘good’ nor ‘bad’ but with possibilities for either. I’ll check it out, see what’s what. After all, nobody here knows a thing about me so I can for once be anything I choose.


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