Facade

01 || nervous?

song : Todo Va a Estar Bien - Santa Fe Klan

~ Alejandra ~

I never really gave a shit about the first day of school.

It was just a day that happened every September where students went into new classrooms, got introduced to new teachers and continued their same old bullshit.

A high school as shitty as mine isn't an exception.

Since the Lower East Side isn't exactly the "safest" place in New York City, not a lot is expected of the kids in the neighborhood. Nothing good, anyway.

A lot of shit goes down with kids in my school. Shit ranging from arrests, to investigations, to straight criminal activity that the police don't even bother getting into or even know about.

Just another ghetto neighbor raising delinquent teens and children alike.

There's little that compares to the dread I have for the first day of school. Once I step foot into the walls and halls confining me and the rest of my peers for the next eight months, I begin counting down the days until the next summer break.

Three sweet months of uninterrupted freedom.

Being out.

Being high.

Being anywhere but home.

The blaring of my alarm went off at six thirty for my first day back at that hell hole, ultimately ending my summer of liberty and intoxication.

Man, I had a time.

Usually, I let the alarm ring for an extra ten minutes before it starts to piss me off, forcing me up and out of bed.

But not today.

Once my clock begins to beep, I practically jump out from under the covers to get ready, so eager to get this first day bullshit over with.

I'm not excited- not nervous either. I just want to get this out of the way. The sooner today ends, the sooner the year ends.

The sooner I get to get away again.

The first place I go is my closet to get an outfit together. Ten minutes of staring at said closet is ultimately wasted before I get dressed, choosing a simple pair of baggy jeans with a large grey t-shirt.

I'm not sure why I take so much time to decide on outfits since most of my clothes are the same anyways.

I jump and struggle into each article of clothing in a rush before eagerly pulling my hair into a rubber band, trying to rush out of the house.

Only, it takes me maybe thirty minutes to tame and tie back every curl into a decent looking ponytail.

I ultimately settle with a few stray strands at the bottom of my head and baby hairs on my forehead sticking out when getting tired of trying to use the extremely limited amount of gel I have to smooth them down.

Like second nature, I head into the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom to brush my teeth and wash my face.

Taking out my nose piercings and setting them inside of a rubber band on the sink's edge so they don't roll away, I proceed to scrub my face with the only skincare product I own—a fancy face wash with a name that I can't pronounce that I received as a gift last Christmas.

The warm water feels nice while I splash it on my skin, rinsing the rest of the soap off my face. After re-inserting my studs in both my nostrils and my septum, I move to get my toothbrush while staring at the rest of my face in the mirror.