Easy, Izzy!

Weird weird day

Do you know what is weird? Today was and it's the start of senior year. Let me tell you how weird it was by starting on, well, the time I woke up.

I was dreaming about Channing Tatum as Magic Mike. You know that stripper movie that is hella awesome (mind you) and the weird thing is I'm in the stripper club as a customer. He's dancing in front of me and I was closing my eyes because of excitement but then when I opened it again, it's not Channing Tatum anymore. Do you know who it turned to? Harry Harris!

Okay, I know his name might sound funny in some way. I laughed when I first heard it. I don't know why but anyway, when you see him, he's not funny at all. I mean he has a fun personality but his face and his body? I don't think you would laugh because holy shizzles, he is a sight to behold.

I have a long time crush on Harry since God knows when. We've been classmates since we're in our mothers' wombs. Technically, my mom and his mom were the one who were classmates but I'll take what I can. They went to the same classes for pregnant women. I don't know what you call that class but yeah, our moms are friends but not really that close.

Growing up, I'm used to seeing girls having loads of crush on him (including me). He has gorgeous blue eyes, darkish blonde hair, thin long nose and goodness, those lips. He's really that handsome and just one smile from him makes all girls' hearts melt. Or maybe some boys too.

To my disappointment though, we're not friends. He's like the total opposite of me.

He's fun at parties, and I'm not. He's a total goofball, and I'm the girl who can only throw lame jokes. He's social while I rather be alone with a book or with my best friend. He has different girls almost every week while I only had two boyfriends since I was born. And the list goes on and on.

Then yeah, seeing Harry's face in my dream woke me up. Not really just Harry's face, but the fact that he was strip dancing in front of me. Oh my God, it was great. As I was taking my time to replay my dream, mom started pounding on my door.

"Izebel, wake up! You're going to be late!"

I scrambled for my phone to check what time it is and crap, I'll really be late.

"I'm awake! I'm awake!" I shouted. I ran around the room trying my best to be quick and at the same time, to make sure I look pleasant on the first day. I pulled out a highwaisted jeans, a white fitted tank top and cardigan. Before running out my room, I wore my white converse shoes and got my bag.

My mom saw me on my way to run outside the house then she said, "You better eat breakfast first, Izebel."

"But-"

"No but's, sweetie. If you just wake up early, you won't be running out like a mad man right now." My mom is a total believer that everyone should start their day with breakfast, even though you're running late and really got no time to eat a nice meal.

I groaned and ran to the table to drink the juice my mom prepared and grabbed an apple. Before my mom could stop me and make me sit down, I blew her a kiss and scurried outside, mumbling a goobye. I took off with my bike, pedaling as fast as I can.

As I arrived at school, thankfully enough, the bell hasn't rung yet so I bolted to the school office to get my schedule. Calculus is my first subject. Great. What a nice way to start a Monday morning. I walked to my locker to get my books for my morning subjects when someone screamed my name. On my freaking ears!

"IZZY!" I covered my ears and turned to my best friend, Kelly. Kelly and I have been best friends since freshman year. We just talked and we clicked. There's no exceptional meeting or whatsoever but we really just decided to be best friends right then and there.