The loud sound of my cousin yelling at me wakes me up.
**WAKE UP BITCH! YA NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL! WHY'D YA STAY UP LATE. GET THE FUCK UP NOW.**
I tried to find my phone to shut up my alarm. Finally, I found it and turned it off. Groggily getting out of bed, I start my morning routine. Today is the first day of school, and I'm excited to see my friends, not excited for the loads of work that come with being a Sophomore. I look through my closet and found navy shorts and a white polo shirt. School uniforms, yay. I feel like Louisiana is the only state with schools that require students to wear uniforms.
I pull my red sweatshirt out of the dryer and slip on some socks. Walking down the hall takes only 5 seconds, seeing as my house isn't that big. I grab my phone to check the time. "5:30, not bad," I say to myself. I decide to read a book while I wait for my cousin and her mom to get here, seeing as I have an hour give or take 5 minutes.
I open Libby, the library app, and go to my shelf. I click on a book I had just gotten recently called, "The Upside of Falling" by Alex light. it's basically about a fake relationship turned real. I just decided, I read way too many romance books, but I keep reading. I read cheesy romance books because I know that no one will ever like weird, annoying, strange, not-so-pretty me.
Romance books are my place to at least imagine me having that. I've never been asked out on any dates except for once in 4th grade. it was the class clown Calem Whitlock, and he honestly might have actually liked me, but he was and still is a complete asshole. A funny asshole but an asshole all the same.
Suddenly I hear a honk from outside. they're here already? I must have been deep in thought. I slip on my Tommy Hilfiger shoes, grab my book sack, ID, and belt and continue to slip out the door while saying bye to my parents. I run to the car and slip into to back seat.
"Hey," I say to them.
"Hey. How ya doing?" Falon yells.
"Falon! quit yelling. and hello Mia of the Maes" My aunt robin says.
"Hello, aunt of the robins. oop, sorry. I mean, Goddess divine" I reply.
"That's better," she says very dramatically.
The drive is quiet, and only 10 minutes later does the school appear in front of the window. I don't particularly like the first days of school, being I always seem shy and introverted with a new class, even if I know most of the people there. I'm always so awkward and I just hate it. At 7:00, the car line starts to move.
"Alright, to energize ya'll on the first day of school, Emergency!" Robin yelled. As the music played we danced and Falon sang the Wooh ooh ooh's. And then we pulled up to the front of the high school. We got out, waved goodbye, and walked to the end of the covered sidewalk area to the side doors, walking to the gym through the big open doors. Once we walk in, I see teachers directing students into lines based on their grade level. At the front of the line, people are handing out schedules, and sending kids to class. Once I get my schedule, I look at it.
1 ELA B108
2 ELA B108
3 Math C110
4Math C110
5 World History
6 Science
7 Art
8 Choir
"Great, two blocks in a row, first thing in the morning," I thought, trying to find room 108. Once I find it, a short, bald, kind-looking man wearing a slate grey button-up shirt and blue jeans sees me smiles.
"Is this room 108?" I asked.
"Yes, come on in. I'm Mr. Badon. Please grab a popsicle stick from the bucket, and find the seat with the same number." he said. I do as he asked, looking at the popsicle stick. 11. I walk into the class to find I'm the first one there. I quickly find my desk and sit down. I take this time to look around the classroom. it's pretty light in here, light grey walls, a chalkboard, a Promethean board, desks positioned in a circle with openings towards the front and back walls of the classroom, and a teacher's desk and filing cabinet against the left wall. where my seat is, I can see both the chalkboard and Promethean board well. I'm getting bored, so I take out my sketchbook and start to draw my morning. When I look up from my drawings, the classroom is full, and Mr. Badon is walking into the class and starts talking.
"Welcome everyone, to ELA. I know that ELA first hour is not ideal, but I'll try to make it as fun as possible. Now I am Mr. Badon. I want you to look at the people to the sides of you. Those people will be there for the entire first half of the year, so let's hope you like them," I look to my left towards the chalkboard and see Julien Baker. I've known him since 7th grade, and I've gotta say, that is one funny man. He's relatively tall, about 6 feet, he's got chocolate brown skin, has coily hair cut close to his head with a fade on the sides, he's on the football team, and can be pretty annoying at times.
When I look to my right, I see someone I've never seen before. He's got light golden skin, dirty, yellow-ish blonde fluffy hair, and light brown eyes. He must be new because I've never met him or seen him, which if he had been here last year or the year before, I would have known. I know everyone, or better described as I know of everyone. I'm not popular or known, so they usually don't know of me, but it's fine.
" Since this week is the first week, we'll be doing some simple games and get-to-know-you stuff since I don't know you and some of you may not know each other," I sink into my chair as he tells us about the bingo game we'll play. We have a bingo card with statements, and you have to find someone that the statement applies to, and have them sign your card. I. Hate. My. Life.
As he hands out the cards, I sit and dread the moments to come. god, I wish Zhuyin wasn't across the classroom. She's one of my best friends and she knows how I am on the first few days of school. Suddenly I snap out of my trance as Mr badon says, "Start!"
I look at the card. statement one: I Speak a foreign language. I sign the box. I speak Spanish and a lot of my past classmates know that. As I expected, Julien and a few others are asking me to sign their boxes. I sign Julien's, Zhuyin's, and 2 others when Julien comes back with the boy that was sitting next to me. "Hey, Mia. This is Devon. He's new and doesn't know many people. Can you sign some boxes for him?" he asks. "Sure," I tell him, as I take the page and start signing the ones that apply to me.
"Thanks, Mia,"
"No problem,"
In my peripheral, I see him looking at the boxes I'm signing, looking interested. I hand the page back to him and continue on my hellish hunt for signatures.
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Unlovable
Teen FictionMia is a 15-year-old girl in Southern Louisiana who feels like no one could love her. she hasn't gotten asked out since the fourth grade, and that was a joke. She feels like she is too different to be loved. She reads books and loves action movies...