I've always been a morning person despite being a heavy sleeper. For the majority of the summer, I was always up and ready by 7:30, so the transition into waking up at 6 for five days out of the week wasn't difficult.
Looking back at my reflection in my mirror, I'm met with my shriveled up light brown hair and puffed up face from laying on it all night. Despite never having a boyfriend, I know I'm not absolutely ugly, which I got from my mother. I have her button nose, full lips, and honey colored eyes. The only thing I gained from my father is his thick brown hair, which reaches my mid back with wavy locks.
Throughout the summer, though, I definitely lost a lot of face fat and grew into my features. Plus, I am learning how to actually do my makeup with the little amount I have. Putting two small dots of concealer under my eyes and blending it out my eyebags almost automatically disappear, and I add a couple layers of mascara to my naturally long eyelashes.
Our Song by Taylor Swift is playing in the background on my phone while I'm digging through my drawers of clothes looking for an outfit to wear for my first day of junior year. Realistically, I should've done this sooner because first impressions are everything, but I swear I have a constant need to procrastinate everything in my life.
Pretty quickly, I decide on baggy blue jeans and a black cropped tank top. Summer still hasn't officially ended yet so I am wearing my more open clothes now before it's back to sweatshirts and long sleeves. Considering I hate being compared to my sister I probably shouldn't want to show off so much skin but it's what I'm comfortable in and I am decently proud of the work I've put into my figure. I buy all my clothes so neither my mother nor father is aware of what I wear out of the house because it always ends up covered by a jacket but due to our constant 80 degree weather besides winter and fall it never stays long on after leaving.
I slide on my worn-out converse and throw on a light grey zip-up before leaving my room and heading downstairs.
"Kiara," my mothers tired voice follows me from the living room, "me and your dad are going to be out later around the time you get home so we'll leave a window unlocked okay?" Still don't understand why they never want to just get me a key for when this happens but whatever.
"Okay, mom, when are yall going to be home?"
"I don't know Kiara. Sometime before 9, most likely." I simply nod my head before exiting the front door and to my car with my backpack hanging on my shoulder.
I drop my backpack in the passenger seat and set myself down in mine.
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Before the first bell, I met up with Bonnie and Iverson, and we all compared schedules. Throughout my 6 period schedule, I have math, homeroom, physical ed, science, english, and then history. Lunch falls between science and english, which I have with Bonnie and Iverson, so that will be great. Although I only have 1 class with both of them, which is history, so that sucks.
Currently, I am heading to the second story to find room 231, math first period, with my phone in my hand shuffling through my playlist when I walk into a hard figure.
"Oh shit sorry I wasn't looking.." Looking up at this boys semi-tall frame, I see a rather boyish face looking back at me slightly confused. Dirty blonde hair falls around his head, and his peirceing blue eyes are set on me.
"Nah, you're cool." Very quickly I catch this boy in front of me run his eyes down and back up my body with the faintest smirk on his lips. "Do you need help finding your class?"
I almost say no out of pure stubbornness, but when he smiles at me, I feel almost obliged to say yes. "um sure, 231? It's math."
