1
I had known from the start we weren’t going to get on. From the moment I saw their over-enthusiastic smiles, and the moment they adopted us. I knew even more when we were taken to their cottage; even more again when we noticed our room was cramped and tiny. We: Lola and myself (Evangeline). They: our new foster parents, Darcy and Jay Hutson.
“Right, then girlies! To get started, dump your stuff in your new room. Jay and I painted it pink just for you! Isn’t it lovely?”
Lola did smile properly, she had loved pink since she had her first Barbie doll, but I just forced a nod.
“Oh and we had an idea, didn’t we Darce?” Jay put his arm around Darcy and she placed a kiss on his cheek. Lola stuck out her tongue disapprovingly; luckily they didn’t notice.
“We thought Evangeline and Lola were a bit boring for names, so how about new names?”
“Yes, something more....unique”
Something more unique!?? Evangeline was unique enough, thank you very much! I had met a total of 1 Evangelines in my entire life, and that 1 was me.
“La La? How about that, for the little one?”
Jay nodded with a smile.
“Lola. Her name is Lola, and it always will be.” I told them.
“Floral-Mai? For the big one? How unique is that? Oh , I love it I really do!” Darcy said, completely ignoring me.
She giggled like a little school girl, and Jay clapped together his hands.
“Oh Darcy!” he applauded. “Your excellent at creating names. Floral-Mai and La La –how cute!”
I didn’t like the names at all. By the looks of it, nor did Lola.
“Ok then, Floral-Mai and La La! You have to get to beddy-bies at 7, because you have school tomorrow!”
“Rose Hill Primary!! Yay! I knew we weren’t changing schools, Evangeline!” Lola did her special little dance, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“No, no, La La! You’re going to Ribbon Bow School for girls. Its private, and extremely posh, so don’t be a naughty little pixie!”
I sighed. I imagined all of the girls there being stuck up brats. Worst of all, how was I to get a boyfriend at a girls school?! Although, I didn’t have to get a boyfriend...
Ew! Why was I even thinking about that!? No way was that gonna happen.
"Go on then, beddy boos. There are some bedtime pullups in the cupboard, theres some good little girlies."
Is suicide still against the law? I hope not.
2
I stared into the mirror in disbelief. What the Hell were Darcy and Jay thinking when they decided to send us to Ribbon Bow?!
And I have no idea why they said it was posh! The uniform was made up of this cheap, stupid, pink and sparkly bowtie thing that would of cost about 20p on eBay; a yellow blazer with a bunny emblem that read: "I am a Ribbon Bow Bunny!" (what I suspected was the main reason for students there being bullied!);a tight blouse with a butterfly pattern on; a black skirt lined with lace (at least that was half decent!); some heart patterned socks with this disgusting pastel pink frilly bit at the top and finally, some Lelli-Kelly shoes.
I mean, who would wear Lelli- Kellys to school??!!
Although on the site it said type of shoes were optional, I swear I'm going to be teased for some shoes that are meant for a 4 year old.
"Let me see my little Ribbon Bow baby bunnies then!" cooed Darcy patronizingly.
I stomped to the top off the stairs.
"Awwww...you are so cute!"
"Wheres Lola?"
"Who's Lola? Jay, do you know a Lola?"
"Nope"
"Urghh..you divvy dipsticks, you know who I mean!"
The room went silent, then:
"How dare you, Floral-Mai! Now you are banned from getting hugs from us for a WHOLE week!"
I burst out laughing.
"You seriously just said that?!! SERIOUSLY!? And tell me where Lola is, or I will run away. You hear me?! RUN AWAY."
"She's...she's ill. Now go and get into your car seat. Or no hugs for TWO weeks!"
And that was supposed to hurt? For God's sake, doesn't this woman know I don't want to hug her?? And I am, like, 5ft tall! I don't need a flipping car seat anymore!
"I don't need a flipping car seat! Don't you realise I'm not a baby in nappies and your treating me like one?! I mean, you make me wear pullups at bedtime...and...and don't even get me STARTED on how ridic this outfit is!!!!" I raged.
Darcy went red, then ran away in tears.
"FLORAL-MAI! YOU'VE MADE YOUR MOTHER CRY! NOW GO AND SAY SORRY!"
"Cant you get into your head that I'm Evangeline and that Darcy is not my freakin' mother?!"
3
The door slammed shut and I was left alone. Oh well - I would find Ribbon Bow soon! Its probably like a mega Barbie house or something and all the students skip to school, armed with killer teddybears!
Ok, ok, maybe that's over exaggerating, but that would be pretty cool, right??!!
I sauntered along the pathway looking like I had been pulled out of a baby film, along with a rucksack with a princess on (don't get me started on how much of a fight I put up to try not to wear it!). Suddenly, a little 5 year old appeared by my side out of no where.
"Hello," she smiled. "I'm Honey, who are you?"
I blushed, but said what I had to say:
"I'm...I'm Floral-Mai."
"Are you 5?"
"Why?"
"'Cause you have a Tara Princess and The Magic Unicorn backpack, and I'm 5 and I like it so.."
Oh. My. God. What had Darcy and Jay done to me?! I bet they probably signed me up into reception as well. What a loner I will I be then, only being friends with kids who are typically still babies?!
Answer: A VERY big one.
2
"Welcome to year 6, Floral-Mai." the teacher
muttered, whilst the rest of the girls sniggered. She pointed
to a desk, next to one of the girls.
"Why the Hell are you wearing the reception uniform?!" she whispered as soon as I sat down.
"Aww, do you need help with your one times table and locking the door in the toilets, little reception?" sneered a ginger girl. I knew I'd hate her.
"Shut up, ginger idiot." I replied. I thought I'd made an excellent comeback but...
"Floral-Mai! That is unacceptable, behaviour you should of grown out of in reception! You know what, go to reception. They behave better than you."
This made everyone burst out laughing. I grabbed my babyish back-pack, but of course they noticed that.
"She's dressed for reception. Miss, are you sure she's not a reception still? I don't see any development yet.." commented the ginger.
"Be quiet, Anchorette." shushed the teacher. The ginger blushed. So I have the weird name, eh?
I arrived in the reception class soon, and God I felt patronized. I mean, I knew I was a slow developer, but they didn't have to rub it in my (remarkably pretty!) face.
"Oh no, were you late, honey?"
I pressed my lips together and ignored the T.A who was staring at me. She didn't realise I was in Year 6, I knew she had her glasses for a reason.
"Don't worry. You must be Adelaide Traveller! Come and join the circle, sit next to my chair. It might be scary starting big girl school, but we're nice."
I nodded, and sat down. Hey, I didn't actually care. At least I wouldn't be practising for SATs tests and that rubbish. A little girl came and plopped down next to me.
"Hello," she smiled. "Want to be friends?"
I was about to state that this was not Club Penguin (my sister played it a lot) but real life, and friend-making wasn't as easy as that, but then I realised she was only five.
"Ok, what's your name?"
"I'm Adella. What's your name?"
"Fl-" I was about to reply with my new name, but then I remembered what the T.A had said. She was sitting next to me. I was thinking what the name was...Madeline? Adelyn? And I couldn't make my mind up, so the T.A replied for me.
"This is Adelaide."
"My name's like yours! Let's be best best BEST friends." she emphasise
I had known from the start we weren’t going to get on. From the moment I saw their over-enthusiastic smiles, and the moment they adopted us. I knew even more when we were taken to their cottage; even more again when we noticed our room was cramped and tiny. We: Lola and myself (Evangeline). They: our new foster parents, Darcy and Jay Hutson.
“Right, then girlies! To get started, dump your stuff in your new room. Jay and I painted it pink just for you! Isn’t it lovely?”
Lola did smile properly, she had loved pink since she had her first Barbie doll, but I just forced a nod.
“Oh and we had an idea, didn’t we Darce?” Jay put his arm around Darcy and she placed a kiss on his cheek. Lola stuck out her tongue disapprovingly; luckily they didn’t notice.
“We thought Evangeline and Lola were a bit boring for names, so how about new names?”
“Yes, something more....unique”
Something more unique!?? Evangeline was unique enough, thank you very much! I had met a total of 1 Evangelines in my entire life, and that 1 was me.
“La La? How about that, for the little one?”
Jay nodded with a smile.
“Lola. Her name is Lola, and it always will be.” I told them.
“Floral-Mai? For the big one? How unique is that? Oh , I love it I really do!” Darcy said, completely ignoring me.
She giggled like a little school girl, and Jay clapped together his hands.
“Oh Darcy!” he applauded. “Your excellent at creating names. Floral-Mai and La La –how cute!”
I didn’t like the names at all. By the looks of it, nor did Lola.
“Ok then, Floral-Mai and La La! You have to get to beddy-bies at 7, because you have school tomorrow!”
“Rose Hill Primary!! Yay! I knew we weren’t changing schools, Evangeline!” Lola did her special little dance, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“No, no, La La! You’re going to Ribbon Bow School for girls. Its private, and extremely posh, so don’t be a naughty little pixie!”
I sighed. I imagined all of the girls there being stuck up brats. Worst of all, how was I to get a boyfriend at a girls school?! Although, I didn’t have to get a boyfriend...
Ew! Why was I even thinking about that!? No way was that gonna happen.
"Go on then, beddy boos. There are some bedtime pullups in the cupboard, theres some good little girlies."
Is suicide still against the law? I hope not.
2
I stared into the mirror in disbelief. What the Hell were Darcy and Jay thinking when they decided to send us to Ribbon Bow?!
And I have no idea why they said it was posh! The uniform was made up of this cheap, stupid, pink and sparkly bowtie thing that would of cost about 20p on eBay; a yellow blazer with a bunny emblem that read: "I am a Ribbon Bow Bunny!" (what I suspected was the main reason for students there being bullied!);a tight blouse with a butterfly pattern on; a black skirt lined with lace (at least that was half decent!); some heart patterned socks with this disgusting pastel pink frilly bit at the top and finally, some Lelli-Kelly shoes.
I mean, who would wear Lelli- Kellys to school??!!
Although on the site it said type of shoes were optional, I swear I'm going to be teased for some shoes that are meant for a 4 year old.
"Let me see my little Ribbon Bow baby bunnies then!" cooed Darcy patronizingly.
I stomped to the top off the stairs.
"Awwww...you are so cute!"
"Wheres Lola?"
"Who's Lola? Jay, do you know a Lola?"
"Nope"
"Urghh..you divvy dipsticks, you know who I mean!"
The room went silent, then:
"How dare you, Floral-Mai! Now you are banned from getting hugs from us for a WHOLE week!"
I burst out laughing.
"You seriously just said that?!! SERIOUSLY!? And tell me where Lola is, or I will run away. You hear me?! RUN AWAY."
"She's...she's ill. Now go and get into your car seat. Or no hugs for TWO weeks!"
And that was supposed to hurt? For God's sake, doesn't this woman know I don't want to hug her?? And I am, like, 5ft tall! I don't need a flipping car seat anymore!
"I don't need a flipping car seat! Don't you realise I'm not a baby in nappies and your treating me like one?! I mean, you make me wear pullups at bedtime...and...and don't even get me STARTED on how ridic this outfit is!!!!" I raged.
Darcy went red, then ran away in tears.
"FLORAL-MAI! YOU'VE MADE YOUR MOTHER CRY! NOW GO AND SAY SORRY!"
"Cant you get into your head that I'm Evangeline and that Darcy is not my freakin' mother?!"
3
The door slammed shut and I was left alone. Oh well - I would find Ribbon Bow soon! Its probably like a mega Barbie house or something and all the students skip to school, armed with killer teddybears!
Ok, ok, maybe that's over exaggerating, but that would be pretty cool, right??!!
I sauntered along the pathway looking like I had been pulled out of a baby film, along with a rucksack with a princess on (don't get me started on how much of a fight I put up to try not to wear it!). Suddenly, a little 5 year old appeared by my side out of no where.
"Hello," she smiled. "I'm Honey, who are you?"
I blushed, but said what I had to say:
"I'm...I'm Floral-Mai."
"Are you 5?"
"Why?"
"'Cause you have a Tara Princess and The Magic Unicorn backpack, and I'm 5 and I like it so.."
Oh. My. God. What had Darcy and Jay done to me?! I bet they probably signed me up into reception as well. What a loner I will I be then, only being friends with kids who are typically still babies?!
Answer: A VERY big one.
2
"Welcome to year 6, Floral-Mai." the teacher
muttered, whilst the rest of the girls sniggered. She pointed
to a desk, next to one of the girls.
"Why the Hell are you wearing the reception uniform?!" she whispered as soon as I sat down.
"Aww, do you need help with your one times table and locking the door in the toilets, little reception?" sneered a ginger girl. I knew I'd hate her.
"Shut up, ginger idiot." I replied. I thought I'd made an excellent comeback but...
"Floral-Mai! That is unacceptable, behaviour you should of grown out of in reception! You know what, go to reception. They behave better than you."
This made everyone burst out laughing. I grabbed my babyish back-pack, but of course they noticed that.
"She's dressed for reception. Miss, are you sure she's not a reception still? I don't see any development yet.." commented the ginger.
"Be quiet, Anchorette." shushed the teacher. The ginger blushed. So I have the weird name, eh?
I arrived in the reception class soon, and God I felt patronized. I mean, I knew I was a slow developer, but they didn't have to rub it in my (remarkably pretty!) face.
"Oh no, were you late, honey?"
I pressed my lips together and ignored the T.A who was staring at me. She didn't realise I was in Year 6, I knew she had her glasses for a reason.
"Don't worry. You must be Adelaide Traveller! Come and join the circle, sit next to my chair. It might be scary starting big girl school, but we're nice."
I nodded, and sat down. Hey, I didn't actually care. At least I wouldn't be practising for SATs tests and that rubbish. A little girl came and plopped down next to me.
"Hello," she smiled. "Want to be friends?"
I was about to state that this was not Club Penguin (my sister played it a lot) but real life, and friend-making wasn't as easy as that, but then I realised she was only five.
"Ok, what's your name?"
"I'm Adella. What's your name?"
"Fl-" I was about to reply with my new name, but then I remembered what the T.A had said. She was sitting next to me. I was thinking what the name was...Madeline? Adelyn? And I couldn't make my mind up, so the T.A replied for me.
"This is Adelaide."
"My name's like yours! Let's be best best BEST friends." she emphasise