Chapter 1 - My not so great first impression

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"Honey! Wake up your going to be late for your first day" My mom yelled from
downstairs making me groan in realisation of 'first day'.

I'm always nervous for first days. I move schools a lot and you're probably thinking that I'm use to it but really, I'm not. There's a lot of different type of people with different personalities and you'll never know how to act around them. Sometimes they're the shy ones and if I embarrass them by just a bit they will quickly run off crying which leaves me with a confuse expression. There's always ups and downs on moving schools like you'll get to have more experience with what happened in their lives and how they fix their problems and how you could use those ideas to fix yours as well. The bad thing about moving is when you finally become close with someone you so called best friend and then having to leave them at the end without being able to keep in touch for some unknown reason. My parents told me to loose contact with them, I never question them why cause I know if I do I'll get ignored by them like every time so i gave up. It's like starting a new life every year.

I wrapped a towel around me to keep the heat from the warm shower I just had on me. I walked past my sliding bathroom doors to my closet in the corner of my room. It's a pretty decent size closet and I'm happy about it because I do go shopping a lot when I'm bored so this comes in handy. I always pick an outfit the night before otherwise I'll stress about not finding the perfect outfit and it will always leave me with a sweat pants and a baggy jumper for first day and no one would like that on a first day.

I ended up with a crop top and the word 'LOVE' across it in nice yellow and greenish flowers. I paired that up with my high wasted denim jeans and a baggy red velvet knitted jumper, since it was the middle of the year. I put a little bit of make up which consist of mascara and eyeliner. After applying a final touch of mascara I grabbed my school bag and headed downstairs.

I was in the middle of getting a bowl from the top cupboard for my cereal where i had to stand on my tippy toes for it since I am only 5'7. My dad walked in the kitchen making a cup of coffee in his business clothes.

"Are you still nervous on your first day?" My dad asked braking the silence.

"Still as nervous as ever. Not sure if I'm gonna make any new friends here the town seems quite, hmmm idk different" I said my voice fading at the end.

I went for a ride around the town with my twin brother Matthew yesterday. He has always been the better twin with everyone loving a caring about him. People usually know who I am from Matt. They know we are twins but they didn't really take much interest in me since there's a better one. Even though I hate how he's the better twin but I still love him, he's protective of me and always take care of me whenever I'm down and I'm glad to have him as a brother. Sometimes a little over protective but it shows how much he actually cares about me.

"I guess I'm kinda use to you always getting nervous and I'm sure you'll make some new friends, just make sure to pick the right one that's all" My dad said while stirring his black coffee.

"I sure hope so" sighing at the end i grabbed my bowl of cereal from the kitchen counter to the kitchen table.

"Morning honey" my mom walked in with a tired smile kissing my forehead before heading to where my dad is and kissing him on the cheek as a sign of her saying 'morning' to him.

They still love each other so much and I wish that one day I will have that kind of relationship with someone special.

"Morning mom" I said at the same time as dad say "Morning gorgeous" Oh how i wish for that kind of relationship.

"Where's Matt?" My mom asked both me and my dad with curiosity.

"Don't worry bout him I'm sure he just want to make a good first impression to all the girls" As i finished my sentence Matt walked in wearing a plain black muscle tee with his ripped jeans and a blue cap that has the word 'wassup' on it.

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