The New Girl

Warm Hearts

Clara~

That morning started off like any other, except for a few minor details. I was in a different state, town, house, and room, getting ready to go to a different school. I rolled out of bed and looked in the mirror my wavy light brown hair was a frizzy mess around me. I looked at my face closely, there was mascara and eyeliner under my eyes, which I must say, really made the green stand out. Heavens, I needed to get my hair and makeup situation under control. I brushed through my ratty hair, which just made it frizzier, but oh well. Maybe a little hair oil would help. I then used a makeup wipe to try to clean up my eyes a bit before putting on a little natural makeup. I needed to look cute, but not too out there. I didn't want to go in there looking totally wild, or like I was trying too hard. For now, simple sounds good to me. 

I was beyond terrified. At my old school I had gotten along with most people, but my shyness allowed me few close friends. How could someone so shy start over? I didn't want to find out. What I really wanted to do was get on the next plane to Oklahoma and go home. Except.... that wasn't my home anymore. I had grown up there and lived there until now. I missed my friends. 

"C! You need to go or you'll be late to school!" My mom yelled down to me in an urgent tone. Punctuality is not my strong suit. I've always been the type to get wrapped up in what I'm doing and end up being about five minutes late. Even if I tried to wake up extra early.

I grabbed my school bag and began my descent down the stairs. My foot hit one of the steps wrong and my ankle turned to the side sharply. 

"Ouch," I mumbled under my breath. Okay, punctual isn't the only thing I'm not. I'm also not coordinated. That is why I went to school with a rolled ankle that day. My ankle lightly throbbed as I made my way down the rest of the steps.

"Oh dear. Clara, are you alright? " My mom asked me, concerned as usual. My mother is a wonderful, but scared woman. 

My mom had been through a lot growing up, but she was strong because of it. However, she didn't want me to have a bad life and often worried more than necessary. 

"I can drive you to school if you need me to dear" She said kindly. I smiled at her, and shook my head.

"Thanks mom, but I can do it. I love you, see you when you get back from the studio. " I said while I gently wrapped my arms around her.

I pulled away and picked my bag up off the bottom of the staircase. I put its contents back inside and stumbled my way outside. I still maintain that if I hadn't wore those wedges that day I never would've fallen, but we'll never know.

I got on my bike hesitantly. Not the most glamorous ride to school. Also, not ideal for a girl in wedges who had just minutes ago fallen down her stairs, but the bike would have to do.

I knew the ride to school was long, and I would probably be late, so I tried to pedal fast, but couldn't seem to with my injured ankle. Each time I pedaled pain shot through my ankle, but I tried to ignore it. I just wanted to get to school.