The Girl Who Thought She Knew It All

Chapter One: The Start Of It All

The morning sun leaves a dew on the windowsill of a tiny, small, cubed room. Art posters, old vinyl covers, and IVY league schools draping the walls. Lavender walls match the light purple drapes over caressing the window as the breeze softly lifts them farther away. The scan of the room floats over to a lump in the messy bed in the corner. The small twin-XL bed barely big enough to fit all the pillows and blankets moves as a young girl is beginning to wake up to what she knows as the best day in her lifetime.

The day ahead holds Katy's biggest dreams in its theoretical hands. However, she's troubled by her own thoughts. Her biggest anxiety inducing issues: how her sister is going to ruin it. But with the constant streaming excitement running through her sleepy veins, she cannot wait to start her day.

As Katy rolls over to the sweet spot of her bed, she reminisces over her last year of school. The end of junior year was bliss for Katy. Known as the toughest year of all of high school, junior year was honestly a breeze for Katy. She kept her straight A student record, but not because she was born with some mystical high IQ like how her sister believes. She worked and studied every night for the entire year, besides her birthday and the holidays of course. But now it was the time to start her senior year of high school. Katy's last leg before the next chapter of her life: college. She already has a few schools picked out, but nothing crazy besides one IVY league school: Harvard.

The breeze that scraped delicately through Katy's room flew throughout the house and twirled in the constant fan of Clair's bedroom. Her ceiling fan sprinkled the brisk morning wind across the room, moving her hair across her gracious face. She rubbed the hair away from her with malicious intent and rolled over to lay on the other side of the bed. Clair's room could be described as three words: pink, messy, and opulent. Her pink comforter set that encased her, half dragged the floor across her matching colored rug. Her vanity with her make-up and beauty supplies laid in the opposite corner than her bed. In between the two locations remained a mountain of clothes. Clean and dirty. Mini skirts, cropped shirts, and any other pieces of fabric that could fit in with the newest and hottest trends. Some of the clothes reach the edges of the wall, covering almost the entirety of the room. However, Clair could never cover up the pictures of her and her cheerleader friends, or those of her and her football player boyfriend. A stranger could predict her life just from the collage of photos she kept lightly dusted on her wall. And in the center of those collages was a picture of her and Katy from when they were children. Their relationship had been rocky ever since they hit the teenage years but she still valued their relationship.

The alarm clock roared from the side of the bed and Clair slowly sat up, turned off the alarm, assessed her room for the day and started to get ready for her first day of senior year. She was ecstatic to get the day started, not for class. No no no no, but to see her friends and for the first day of school party her friend group threw every year.

Clair grabbed her best outfit that she saved for the first day, began her ritual for getting ready, and played her favorite music to just solidify that her day was going to be how she planned it from the night before.