It's pretty late into my senior year at New Dawn Highschool, and it's been fucking hell. Between friends and family and everything in between, I've had to stretch myself thinner than a sheet of gold. And the cherry on top, Andrew Hendrix. Enough said there.
As I lay in my bed, waiting for my alarm to go off to let me know it's time to actually get out of bed, I can't help but worry about the day ahead of me. I have to go to school, go out with friends, and then get home to do homework, and then finally have me time. My classes today are ass. I have no study halls, a lab, and both Spanish and math. Of course, I also have painting, health and English, which I love, but the others are just terrible. The lab isn't too bad but just being in one room for so long isn't my favorite thing in the world. Just thinking about going to math and Spanish gets me panicky. I can't even tell you why, I just am about those classes.
After that, I have to go straight out with friends. I love them, I really do, but because Andrews is in the big group, I have to deal with him even more than I do in school. And I can't even ignore him, I have to talk to him. We're going to the park for a while to smoke and then just fuck around, which should be nice, especially because the weed might help calm me down after the school day.
My thoughts are interrupted by my alarm, telling me it's time to get up and start getting ready. I stand up out of bed, grab my phone, vape, and clothes for the day and walk to the bathroom. I run past the kitchen and the living room because all of the lights are off and it's terrifying. I make it to the bathroom and turn on the lights. I plug in my hair straightener and as I'm waiting for it to heat up I change into my clothes for the day and take hits off my vape as I wait the rest of the time.
I finish doing my hair and run back to the kitchen. I quickly turn the light on and start making my coffee while I start putting the milk and sugar into my coffee. About a centimeter and a half of milk and three teaspoons of sugar. I gently pour each spoonful of sugar into the cup as the coffee is brewing, allowing it to melt and dissolve into the coffee.
Once my coffee is done I grab it and head back to my room, getting ready to do my makeup. I add some eyeliner, mascara, blush and highlighter. I also filled in my eyebrows a bit.
After I'm done with my makeup, I grab my cart and take a couple of hits. It's the only way I can make it into school without having a panic attack. I feel my eyes get droopy and my body relaxes as it kicks in. I lay down in bed and set another alarm for six forty-five for when I need to wake up my mom.
I let my mind go blank as I feel the weed fully kick in. I get shit from the dispensary so it's pretty strong. I play music on my phone and just stare off into space, letting the time go by, knowing I have other things I should be doing. I should be getting my jewelry on, and finding socks and my shoes. I don't do anything but sit silently, letting the music fill my brain, flooding it from any bad thoughts.
The alarm goes off again, telling me it's time to wake my mom up. I walk down the stairs leading to my room, through the kitchen, and downstairs to wake up my mom.
After she's awake I go back to my room and then put on my necklaces and bracelets and go down to the kitchen to put on my shoes. I bring my bag down but after my shoes are on I go back to my room. I take a couple more hits off both my cart and vape. I go over to my dresser and put on some perfume and put in eyedrops before going downstairs so I can make it outside without making Evan wait too long. He typically drives me to school. I have my license but I didn't want to pay for a parking spot and he already had offered to drive me every day.
"Hey," I say as I get into the passenger seat. I give Evan a smile as I shut my door and start to put on my seatbelt.
"Hi, so, Gina got to school really early because she had to drive her sister in early but anyways, Ms.C is out today!" He knows how much I dread Spanish so this is a huge relief for me. My day just got ten times easier.
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