Living History

You're late.

"LISAAAA" The great shout could probably be heard down the street. I bolted upright in shock.
"Whaa?" I replied drowsily, "Mom? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I stood up shakily and looked about my room.
"IT IS 7 AM YOUNG LADY GET YOUR LAZY BUM DOWN HERE!!"
"MOM!" I shouted back, "IT'S SUMMER NO ONE CARES"
"SUMMER?? IT'S YOUR FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL AND YOU ARE LATE! HURRY UP!!"
"School? OH MY GOD SCHOOL!!" My eyes widened in panic and I started rushing about my room snatching bits of clothing. Shirt? Yes. Pants? Where are my pants?! I started to hyperventilate when I spot them, draped across a chair. I grab my shoes and other random necessary items such as my bra and my new plaid backpack. I stumble into the bathroom, hopping up and down as I struggled to pull my skinny jeans on, my legs somehow managed to get tangled up and next thing I knew I was facedown on the floor. Sighing I rolled over and sat up, de tangling my legs and pulling my jeans up. I stood up and pulled the bathroom door shut behind me as I grabbed my cami and shirt, quickly pulling them over my head and situating them so my crop top wasn't too uncomfortable. I turned to the sink and grabbed some random jewelry, throwing it on as well as some eyeliner and lip gloss.
"LISA!" My mother's warning shout could be clearly heard as I grabbed my leather jacket and wriggled into it, I ran out the bathroom door, sweeping up my backpack on the way out. I burst into the kitchen, looking around frantically until I finally spotted my pill dish, I took a chug of water and swallowed them, grabbing a bagel while I was at it.
"Do you want me to drive you?" Mom asked me.
"Ew no Mom it's my first day, anyways it's only like a ten minute walk." I pecked her cheek and dashed out of the house, deeply regretting my decision to wear heels.
I let out a deep breath, finally allowing myself to be calm as I took a bite out of my bagel. No butter. Darn it. Well duh, I thought to myself, you're late, you just grabbed it out of the packaging.
About five minutes into my short walk to school my face started hurting. That's weird, I thought, grabbing my iPhone and switching the camera to selfie mode I examined my face in shock. Apparently in my rush to get dressed when I had fallen over I had managed to bruise my face. It was only just showing up but I could tell it was going to be a good one. On my first day of high school. Crap. I quickly checked my phone to see if I had time to run home and put on some concealer. 7:45. Shit. I'm seriously late. Oh well, bruise it is then. I put my phone back into my pocket and started to pick up the pace, not long after I finished my bagel and adjusted my shirt one final time before I walked into the school building. Upon walking in I notice an older disapproving looking woman.
"You're late." She looks down her nose at me, clearly quite displeased with my existence. "Why?"
"Oh! Uhm I overslept. Sorry." I looked around wondering how I was going to escape this horrifyingly awkward situation.
"Look at the person speaking to you." She snapped.
"Sorry." I looked over at her.
"Better." She nodded her head sharply, "Now I suggest you head on over to the main office. You need to be checked in and they'll tell you where your next class is."
"But I already know where my classes are, I have my schedule right here see?" I started rummaging around in my bag, searching for my schedule.
"I don't recall caring." The lady snapped, "you need to check in anyways due to your lateness." She spun around and started clicking down the hall. I sighed and stuffed my now found schedule back into my bag as I shuffled over to the office, following the signs on the wall. I arrived just as the bell rang, I darted inside and stared in shock through the glass doors at the swarms of teenagers stampeding through the halls, it was a miracle none of them were trampled to death.
"Ahem." someone cleared their throat behind me and I spun around in shock, "Can I help you? The woman questioned me, a single gray hair came loose from her low bun and hung into her eyes. She tucked it up impatiently, clearly not a woman to be bothered with my frivolous questions. Oh well. Couldn't be helped.
"Uh yes, hi I'm Lisa Jameson and I was late and this one lady in the hall told me to come here..."
The lady made a disapproving noise and looked at me over her reason glasses, "And why may I ask were you late? This is your first day of school after all." She questioned me.
"I overslept, I thought it was still summer." I looked at my feet, blushing slightly.
"Mhm. Okay, here's a late slip, just give this to your teacher and they'll understand, we always have lots of late students on the first day. Oh and today you'll have all your classes, they're each 45 minutes long so you're in second period now." The woman looked down and typed something into her computer, "you're in history," she announced, "Ms. Ayers' class, room 808."
"Okay thank you!" I smiled at her and grabbed the slip, diving into the mass of teenagers going to their classes as I looked for my class.