RE:WRITTEN

003: Monday Motivation

"Come on, Violet! We're going to be late for school!"

I wait by the door, holding my backpack over one shoulder. I fiddle with my keys to the car and house, tapping my foot a bit. We really can't be late to school! Sure, it's Monday and I hate those, but we gotta get moving.

Soon enough, I see my sister coming towards me. She ties up her short purple hair into a ponytail, and that's when I see her heavy makeup matching her pink eyes. As soon as she reaches me, she adjusts her sweatshirt before grabbing her backpack from her cubby.

"Alright, I'm here." Violet mutters. "Stop your whining."

I roll my eyes, sighing for a moment. As I put my hand on the doorknob, I look back into the house.

"Bye Mom! See you after school!"

"Have a good day, girls!" Mom calls after us.

Violet and I walk out to the car. I unlock the car so Violet can jump into shotgun, and I put my backpack in the back seat. Once I finally get into the driver's seat to start the car, I look over at my sister.

"You ready?"

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, let's go."

I start to back out of the driveway, frowning to myself for a moment. I don't understand what her problem is most of the time. Violet always seems to be in a foul mood of sorts.

I guess I just gotta keep my positive mindset!

"Alright," I look at Violet once I park. "Have a good day, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay."

Violet quickly gets out of the car. I watch her, then I sigh to myself. I'm just trying to be nice to her. Does she have a problem with me?

I just shake my head before getting out to grab my own bag.

As I walk into the school alone, I start to search around for Sakasu. I could definitely use a pick-me-up from my best friend right now. There needs to be a smile on my face for the cheer squad.

I see a nearby bathroom, and I decide to pop in for a moment. I should check the mirror. Make sure my eyeliner isn't smudged.

I walk in, and I immediately come up to a mirror in the bathroom. I lean in for a second for my check. Nothing smudged. Nothing messed up in my rush to get here. Thank goodness.

"Ugh, gosh, I hate her."

I hear that voice, recognizing the tone. That sounds like one of the cheer squad girls talking. I hope she's alright. Maybe I should reach out to her?

Just then, the door opens, and so does the one next to it. There are two girls from the squad, one rolling her eyes and the other sighing.

"I wish she'd just grow up."

The one rolling her eyes looks at me finally. She stops in her tracks, gasping quietly. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror. The other girl also looks over, and she raises an eyebrow.

"Well, speak of the devil."

I start to look around for a moment, then I point to myself. Slowly, I turn around to face both girls. "I'm sorry. Are you talking about me?"

"Yeah," The second girl says. "Just talking about how maybe you should grow up since you're about to graduate in a few months."

I raise an eyebrow. "What? Is that supposed to mean something?"

"Uh, yeah. We're talking about the fact that you think you have pink eyes!" The first girl groans. "So freaking childish!"

I look back in the mirror to check my eyes. Yes, they're pink, but I've never had a problem with them. I didn't think others had a problem with it either.