Behind the Scenes

#2: First Day of School

ELIZA
I wake up to the beautiful harmony of Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth. The only way I will wake up is if I'm motivated, and there is nothing more motivating than Wicked. Reaching over my nightstand, I turn off the alarm and start to get ready for the day. My body feels drowsy as I make my way to the bathroom. The first thing I do in the morning is wash my face. Cold water always seems to wake me up and makes me feel refreshed.

Now I'm faced with my biggest problem, what to wear. The first day of school is always like a fashion show. This outfit is what people will imagine me as for rest of the year. I need to pick something that says I'm ambitious but not all business. I'm sweet but sassy, nice but at times a little bitchy. My high school status is riding on this outfit. Yeah, so no pressure or anything.

As I gaze into my closet, I think of my previous first day outfits. Freshman year, I wore jeans, Converse, and a white lace shirt with a blue scarf. My sophomore year, I just wore a black maxi skirt and a nice top. Junior year, I wore a blue mini skirt with black leggings and a white and blue striped top. I have to go all out this year. After about twenty minutes of trying things on, I finally find the perfect outfit.

I have a maroon long sleeve shirt tucked into a white laced mini skirt. Around my stomach where the shirt is tucked in, I have a black belt with a gold clasp. Also, I decided to put on black see-through tights to hide my pale legs. Finally, on my feet, I have a pair of dark brown ankle boots. The outfit is simple enough, but it's easy to dress up.

Quickly, I glance at my phone and see two messages. One of the messages is from my mom saying to have a great day and I love you. The other message is from my best friend Clare. It reads, OMG! Can u believe it?!? We are seniors!!! Like seriously seniors! Next thing u know we will be freshman in college! Love u girly, can't wait 2 see u at school! See ya in Theater. Kisses XO <3

That's Clare for you. She has been my best friend since freshman year. I can't imagine a life without her. We have practically been conjoined at the hip since then. Theater was her idea actually, and without her, I never would have had the guts to get up on stage. For that I am eternally grateful.

Crap, I only have an hour left to get ready and get to school. Not to mention I have to drop off Mason at school. That shouldn't be a problem though. We practically live right behind the high school, and the middle school isn't far from it.

Next, I decide that I don't have enough time to curl my hair, so I just leave it down and bobby pin my bangs to the side of my face. My makeup for the day was simple. All I had on was a thin coat of eyeliner, only on the top lid, and some masara. Once I'm finally ready, I glance at myself in the mirror. I looked beautiful. Obviously, I succeeded in picking out the perfect outfit.

"El hurry up,! We are gonna be late!" I hear Mason yell from downstairs. Quickly, I grab my backpack and my phone and dash down the stairs. Mason is waiting for me in the kitchen. When I walk in, I notice that Mason made breakfast. It's nothing special. It is just a plate of eggs and waffles, but it's the thought that counts.

"I figured you might want something to eat. Did I make the eggs okay? I've seen you and Mom make them about a thousand times, so I figured I could make eggs too," Mason explains. I nod and give Mason a hug. I have the best little brother ever!

We both eat our breakfast in a hurry. Dad is sitting in his office typing away at his computer. That thing is practically his child. He obviously likes his computer more than his actual children. When we finish our food, I wash the dishes as Mason gets all his school supplies. I remember when I was his age and went shopping for supplies. Now I just wing it and hope that I have a pencil at the bottom of my bag.

"Alright kiddo, let's go," I say as I grab my keys and head out the door. One of the perks of having a wealthy father is that I don't have to drive a lame ass minivan like most of the student body. Dad has never been invested in my life. The only time he acknowledges me is on holidays or birthdays. Which I am perfectly fine with because he doesn't care about me or Mason. So this year for my birthday, I got a 2015 BMW convertible. It's absolutely gorgeous with its silky white exterior and dark grey interior. I don't care if people call me a rich kid. I love my car.