The start of a new day.
One of my most favorite parts of life.
Had a bad day yesterday? Well today is a new day.
I step outside, my black backpack hanging off one of my shoulders. There is a pep in my step on the walk to school.
I feel good today. I feel pretty.
My slightly dirty pair of high top converse adorn my feet. Today I decided to wear a dress. I got it a few weeks ago. It's simple but cute. The white thick material ends a little above my mid-thigh. A necklace the same color of the dress decorates my neck. (Picture below.)
My hair is left in its natural state, dead straight and long, ending at my lower back. A white thin headband sits on top of my head.
Staring down at my long thin legs I become slightly insecure. They look like chopsticks.
My weight has always been a insecurity of mine. I'm slightly under weight, my body lacking curves. Over time I've come to love myself more. Except sometimes I can't help but wish I had a bigger bottom and boobs.
My parents have already left to work, and my brother and sister have already gotten on the bus for school.
The walk to school isn't very long. Only about ten minutes.
The wind is heavy today, blowing my hair all over my face. The sound of the whistles through the air caused by the rapid moving wind relaxes me. My converse pad against the concrete. I kick any rock I see as I continue walking down the side walk.
Sometimes I wish that my sneakers were magical. That I could stomp my foot on the concrete once and it would crack all around me. That would be wondrous.
Goosebumps rise on my skin, it's 75 degrees (fahrenheit) out. Maybe not the best day to wear a dress, but the heat radiating from the sun makes up for it.
As I walk to school my thoughts trail to library boy.
I wonder how he's doing. Maybe I'll see him again today when I go back. Hopefully he was listening to me when I said I'd be there today.
He made it quite obvious that he doesn't want to be friends with me, but I think he'll warm up to me. Hopefully. I won't give up just yet. I tend to be stubborn.
The big red brick building finally comes into view. Students are swarming the outside, some talking with their friends, some heading straight inside, some laughing.
I wonder what it's like to be in a friend group.
I had a friend once in fifth grade. She was nice and offered me her pencil since I didn't have one.
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The Bright Side
RomanceLuna is always looking at the bright side of things. She looks for any ray of sunshine in a sea of darkness. She manages to bring a smile to her face even on her darkest days. One day she stumbles upon a boy in a library. Everyone needs a little bit...