𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

01

Summer's outfit is up there

"SUMMER WAKE up! You'll be late for your first day back to school," my mom yells from downstairs.

My eyes fly open. The first thing I do is roll over my bed and check the time from my phone. Shit. I forgot to put an alarm yersteday and it's already 7:50. Good thing I showered yersteday night because now I have only twenty minutes before my best friend, Jenny, comes pick me up for school.

I hastily get out of bed and go to the bathroom that's connected to my room. I brush my teeth and hair.

I get back to my room and open my drawers trying to find something decent to wear.

I go for some white jeans and a sage, cropped tank top.

I curl my brown locks and brush out the curls. I apply mascara on my lashes and lipgloss on my lips. I wear a gold necklace and put on some watermelon scented perfume.

I sprint down the stairs and grab a handful of cereal from the box.

"Morning ma"

"Good morning Summer, Jenny's waiting for you outiside," she informs me.

"Alright, bye."

"Have a good day at school sweetie."

I put on my sage converse that match my tank top, grab my bag and head outside.

"Hi Jen." She's in the drivers seat of her car with the window rolled down.

"Hey bitch, get in."

I hope on the seat next to hers, she rolls up her window and tells me to choose a song from her Spotify playlist. I choose "Summertime sadness" by Lana Del Rey and we both sing along the whole drive to school.

Jenny parks her car at the school's parking lot and we both get off. We do the handshake we created when we were in middle school, 8th grade. Now, we're in our junior year.

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My first class is history so me and Jenny go to different ways because she has Algebra.

I enter the classroom two minutes earlier and choose a seat in the middle row. Cheerleaders, boys from the football team and popular kids sit at the back. Nerds sit at the front and other kids, like me, sit at the middle.

The teacher gets inside. "Good morning children. I'm your new history teacher and today I'll assign you a project about the french revolution that will count for 50% of your final grade of the semester and you will have four weeks to work on it." The whole class groans, including me. A project already? It's literally the first class of the school year and the teacher just walked in.

"You will not be able to choose your own partner so I will be the one to choose who you'll be working with," she continues and the class bursts into complains.

"Shush. I will announce the teams now and you'll go sit with your partner for the rest of the month."

She starts calling out names.

"Mary Grant with James Anderson,... Stella Bloom with Anne Owens,...," she keeps on calling out names until she finally reaches mine.

"Summer Jones with Logan Black"

Fucking great.