My alarm clock buzzes for the first time in several months, it is Monday morning, one of many more to come, and it is the first day of my junior year. My initial thoughts are that of excitement, I get to go back and walk the halls with my best friends, sit in the classrooms of some of my favorite teachers and..... then that's when reality strikes. I will not be returning to my old high school this year, I will have to face the halls alone. I will most likely sit alone at lunch because no one ever wants to sit with the new girl. I was already "weird" at my old school, but I was the kind of weird that everyone knew and loved, that was because I had grown up with those kids, I had lived within 15 miles of all of them, but now they are all so far away. With my mind slowly waking up and coming back to reality, I begin to notice the chirping of my alarm clock again so I slap the snooze button, roll over and cover my head with my pillow. I begin dozing off again, day dreaming about last school year, my friends Alexis, Jayda, and Hannah, we are all walking to lunch, talking about the drama from the hour before, we are laughing uncontrollably.....
My thoughts are interupted by my mother's shouting,"Corby!? Corbin Calahan, get up! Don't you hear your alarm clock? You are going to be late! You can't be late on the first day! You want to make a good impression don't you? You want...."
"I'm up, I'm up!" I shout back, cutting her next sentence short.
"Good! Sorry I can't see you off on your first day sweety, but your father called and he is up to his ears in paper work, so I am going to head down to the office to help sort things out. Have a great first day, and call me afterwords to tell me how everything goes! Love you!"
The "office" is the word I hate the most, just it's mentioning makes my blood boil, because it is the reason for my whole life changing. Life was great, but then one day my dad got a phone call from his boss, he got really excited, and kept saying "Yes, yeah that'd be wonderful, yes thank you" over and over, so I thought the news was going to be something great. Turns out that news is what brought me here, to this huge city where I know nobody, and am forced to spend the rest of my teenage years.
"Okay I will, love you too, tell dad I love him too, have a nice day." I shout back, running to my closet that is still stacked with unpacked boxes. I know after a month they should be put away, but I think I leave them there as a sign of hope, like maybe I will get lucky and we will get a call asking my parents to move back. Of course this will never happen, but the boxes serve as a reminder that this place is not my home, it is just a place I am forced to live in. Yes it's a very nice place, a two story home with a nice fenced in backyard. It has three bedrooms, one for my parent's one for me, and the extra room is used as an office. We only have one bathroom but it is huge, with marble floors and counters, and a large jet tub, which was a selling point for my mother. My room is nice, it has wood floors, the walls are painted a light grey and all around there are hints of color in the bead spread, the beanbag chairs, and the window seat. I like my new house but it just isn't the same without all the nice memories inside.
After a quick trip to the bathroom I spend a few minutes sifting through the mound of clothing in the boxes, and I try on a few outfits until I decide on the perfect one, it's perfect because it is totally me. I'm wearing my favorite brown gladiator sandals, with some cut off shorts, an oversized sweater with my favorite chain necklace, three big tacky rings, lots of friendship bracelets, and to complete the ensamble my feather earrings. My style is very unique, it is a mix of a 1970's hippie chick, with a little 1990's grunge, and just all out fun and comfortable. To some people it may look weird, but I like weird.
Now for my hair and make-up. I dash downstairs to the bathroom. I take one look in the mirror and decide that I will let my hair do it's thing today. I don't have the time or patience to straighten it, and it's natural, beach waves look alright. For make-up I decide on something simple and natural, just a bit of back liner, mascara, and of course a bit of pink blush and that should do it. Now for breakfast..,.nah, it can wait I should get to the school and find my first classroom.
