Mercury POV
So, I'm in school. It's not the first day after the incident of my father’s pitiful apology, but it's the first time I've felt out of place in the presence of these idiots. Normally, I would not address someone as such. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Something appears to have shifted within me. My attire has also changed.
Instead of rags, I was wearing a fancy purple blouse with the words 'BITE ME' in cursive calligraphy and jeans. Handpicked by whoever changed my clothes. But I never got an opportunity to thank them. Maybe one day I'll figure out who did it. My hair was neatly braided, with a flower attached at the end. It was something my mother always did when she braided my hair. Not the usual untidy bun I'd worn previously.
I could have worn something different
