Forgetting Jamie

(3) Doc Martins

Monday comes faster than expected. I mostly spent the weekend in Serena's room. I like the decor and the smell. It always smells like vanilla mint, it's comforting. I spent most of my time going on her giant computer on her desk. Looking through the photos, thousands of thousands of photos, which are stunning. The lighting is right, the backgrounds are outstanding and they are just mind blowing. Saturday night I actually slept in her room because it felt like I wasn't alone. But now it was Monday, and I couldn't stop shaking. The thought of seeing people after what happened was nerve wracking.

The sunlight peeked through the sheer pink curtains in Serena's room, making her bubblegum blue walls just that much more vibrant. I had a dream last night, I went to the school and when I walked through the doors I was surprised with thousands of students clapping and cheering. A big banner hung above all heads, telling me how welcomed I am to be back.

As exciting as it was, I'm pretty sure I was still shaking during the dream because when I feel beneath me, the sheets are damp with sweat, so is my forehead and I can't stop shaking. I'm freezing because of these damned cold sweats so decide to shower to kick off this Monday.

Serena has her own bathroom too. the door to enter is right beside her giant desk to the left. Her bathroom is a lavender purple and the shower curtain is more of a violet. You would think that the colours wouldn't work but in some way they do.

You can easily tell that the shampoo and conditioner she uses are a lot more cheap than the ones in the bathroom in my room. Either way, her's smells so much better.

Just like I've been doing all weekend, I go through Serena's closet because her clothes seem so much less expensive and much more relaxed. All of the clothes that fill my closet are overpriced and look highly uncomfortable, not to mention kind of tacky.

I find a pair of dark blue, almost black skinny jeans, a coral v-neck tee shirt, and a pair of black laced Toms. Since it's still chilly out I end it off with a black leather jacket that ties it all together.

My hair is short, only to my collar bones, and a bright Crimson, which is clearly dyed and is just too much. I need to go to the hair salon and get that fixed. I decide to do loose ringlet curls and very light makeup. I have freckles on my face so I try not to cover them up. The very light makeup I did made my green eyes pop even more, making the emerald shine even more.

I check my iPhone 6 to see how much time I have left before I have to drive to school. I have to leave at 8:25, it's 8:19 right now. School starts at 8:40 and it takes 10 minutes to drive to school other wise I have to take the bus that comes in one minute so I have to make sure I'm on time.

Yesterday my mother talked to me about everything on school. She told me that I go to Burton High, which is a private school but they don't act like it. It's more of an overly expensive public school. We can wear what we want and there's no strict rules. Everything just works out, I guess.

My mother also gave me a copy of my schedule for school. First class is gym, then geography, French and then English. It's second semester already so I don't need to worry about classes after that. I'm not too excited to have gym first period but, what can you do?

I grab the timetable and scan over it again. My locker number is 2109.

Shoving the sheet of paper into my bag (Serena's bag), which is just a tan coloured Jansport backpack, I start making my way down the long stairway to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast which shouldn't take too long. I pull out my phone to check the time again. 8:22. On the counter was a fruit bowl pulled with bananas, pears, apples and peaches. Not knowing what to choose, I close my eyes and reach my hand in feeling the different fruits and unknowingly grabbing a peach from the bowl.