The Beat Of Our Hearts

chapter 6: The First Day

"Wake up Miss Kate, time to start the day," sang Melanie as the bright sunlight of the morning seeped in through my eyelids, making everything look orange.

"Shut Up Melanie," I said through a grunt and turned over onto my stomach, slipping my hands under my pillow and pulling my purple duvet over my head.

"Wake up, you seriously have to get ready," she said as I felt my warm covers being yanked to the floor, a rush of cold air taking its place. I turned over onto my side, reading my alarm clock. 7:00.

"Get ready for what?" I asked angrily as i rolled onto my back and pulled myself up, slowly opening my eyes. 

"School" she said, a tinge of disgust in her voice. 

What the actual heck Melanie?!, I thought to my self. "It's summer, Mel," I said, my voice laced with annoyance.

Soon, I had a calendar shoved in my face, Melanie's perfectly manicured finger pointing to one of the dates. I squinted, my eyes adjusting to the close up font as i read the number she was pointing to. "September 3rd," i read, not sure what the big deal was.

"And September 3rd is the start of what...?," she prompted, forcing me to find reasoning to early waking. September 3rd....what was the big deal about September 3rd? I thought back to the conversation we had just had, one word sticking in my mind, school. Then it hit me, September 3rd, the first day of school. Fuck. 

"Shit," i said, as Melanie's lips turned up in a tight smile, nodding. 

I jumped out of bed, wincing as my bare feet hit the cold floor, running to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, deciding against much makeup as I applied light concealer to the dark spot under my eyes, trying to make myself look less dead. 

When that was done, I pulled a brush through my hair while digging in my closet, pulling out multiple items before settling on a pair of black jeggings and a white long sleeved chiffon blouse and a pink tank top to go under it. 

I yanked on the clothes, fidgeting with the blouse before pulling on my black flats and a silver chain necklace, with a silver music note as a pendant, my lucky necklace that I got from my parents when I was 4.

I rushed to the bathroom, looking at the clock on the way. 7:20, I still had 20 minutes. 

I stared into the full body mirror by the door in the bathroom. I spun around as i checked my outfit,approving the way the blouse hid the hugeness of my hips, but hating the way the jeggings hugged me, showing just how big my thighs were. I doubted i would even have that thigh gap everyone wanted so bad, my metabolism was fast, but not fast enough. I shrugged, deciding my outfit was fine as  turned to the much smaller mirror over the sink, thinking of what to do with my bedhead. 

I ended up applying defrizzer, with took my curls to a manageable volume. I then straightened the top of my sorta-side bangs...which really meant that they were there, but they didn't cover much of my forehead and they were really thn. 

Once my hair was done I rushed back to the closet, pulling out the purple jansport backpack i had from last year and shoving my new binders, notebooks and pencils into it. i swung it over my shoulder, before running out the door, grabbing my phone on the way and met Melanie in the hall.

"Senior year!" she shrieked and i gave her the best fake smile i could muster. Every year Melanie thought it was going to be great, that the populars would give up and that we would have a great time and every year that plan fell through, us being left in the middle of the social ladder. 

We head downstairs, the smell of bacon coming from the Kitchen, my mom standing over the stove, dressed for work, my little sister sitting at the table.