Flying Colours

The start

Stella's POV
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*Thump!* the first thing I felt as I woke up was my arm feeling like it was crushed to bits, as I woke up I found myself on the floor and it looked like I had fallen on my arm. then I heard my mom shout,

"Stella! Wake up this minute you have your first day of school! Hurry- are you okay honey?"

My mom said as she came in my door and then busted into laughter as she probably saw my face and hair which probably looked like I was run over by a transport truck and then tossed in the dryer.
"Yeah mom I'm okay" i said as I got up off the floor and headed to the bathroom, where my little sister Bella, who is 13 was curling her hair.

"Bella hurry up!"
I said with annoyance. as I brushed my teeth, and then started to brush my unruly hair.

"Stel, hold on one moment!"
Bella said as she turned off the curling iron then I started get my straightener out of the cupboard in the bath room, as I waited for it to heat up I applied some eyeliner to make my eyes pop, and a bit of mascara and some concealer over an almost gone pimple. Then when the straightener was hot enough I straightened my dark brown hair and then unplugged it and then set it out to cool. then I walked into my room and had a very hard deduction to make, as to what I was going to wear on my first day of being a senior at Johnson high. When I picked out my outfit I put it on and then surveyed my self in the mirror I had on a white and black crop top thing-which I don't really know what it's called and some black leggings and I put on my trusty combat boots and headed down stairs. as I walked into the kitchen my mom decide that she had to scare me half to death and throw a strawberry at me and said

"Hey honey eat some fruit."
"Fine mom but only a little" I said as I grabbed two strawberry's and then grabbed my back pack and yelled,

" Bye mom bye bell! Have a good day!"
And as I shut the door I felt myself deflate, today is my first day and already I just want to die in a hole, here comes a whole other year of torture. but as I walked to my car I decided in my head that this year would be better this year I wouldn't feel sad, phst yeah right I thought, your weak, as I pulled out of the drive way I thought, well let's get going on the road to hell.