This life

An explanation

Hi, I'm Anna. I have a pretty good life. Only one parent but that's not abnormal these days. No one really cares though. Like I said it's not abnormal. I am just that girl. The girl who plays sports, participates in choir and band, and all the other extra activities outside of school. No one really knows about the me that comes out it the silence.

It's my first day of high school an I'm not super psyched to go to this school. I would rather go back to my old school when I wasn't the lowest on the list and actually had a friend. I moved the year and..well I don't like "mingling" with the neighbors. I'd rather spend my time in my room listening to my music and sleeping.

I almost convinced my mom to let me stay home to allow me to stay home. Because high school is really not that important. She was not moved by my "inspiring" speech. So here I am. I feel really out of place. These girls are practically models! Tall, pretty, and an incredible amount of makeup caked on their faces. Then there's me. That little freshman with oversized jeans, a ponytail, converse, and my old paint shirt with wholes in the bottom. I guess I'm I don't fit the profile of a freshmen at this school.

It's obvious that I would not be missed if I left this school. I've been here five minutes I've already been laughed at like 3 times and gotten so many glares I can't even count. I've been here for maybe 15 minutes. I feel like crap. I want this day to be over. I think I'm going to cry, but I can do it. I can make it through one day of high school. Then I can go home to the comfort of my bed and my lovely music. "God I can't wait for that.." I think to myself.

Then the bell rings. Oh no! Oh no! this can't be happening. I'm late for class. Wait.. Where is my class?! Wow good job Anna your really smart. When I finally got to class 10 minutes late I was greeted in the doorways but 40 judgmental stares and the teacher telling me to sit in a annoyed voice. That was language arts. Note to self: don't be late for this class. Teachers not the nicest.

I made it through my first day of high school. Yay.. It was not at all how I imagined it. But oh well. I didn't picture my life to be like this when I was 7 either. When I got home I was greeted by my mom and a cupcake. "How was your first day of school honey?!" Mom said in her sweet voice. "It was good mom." I lie. School was terrible. In al of my classes I got multiple dirty looks. Everyone except my sister. Sam, the sweetest strongest person I know. I would not have survived this far in life if it wasn't for her. But I sat alone at lunch. And the only people who talked to me all day were the girls in the bathroom who asked if I owned a mirror. So no, high school is not going how I planned it.