I'm gonna start eight grade today . I wake up and try to find the cute outfit i picked yesterday , I rush into the bathroom and come out wearing the outfit. I pull off some eyliner and mascara and rub on a heavey layer of lip gloss, Im full of hopes.
"This is gonna be a great year" I whisper to myself as i exit my house and start walking.
I've dreamt about this day all summer ,'my last stop before high school', I've thought of myself as a cool , confident , cute girl .
I picture myself walking down the hallway wearing designer clothing and cute hair with heads turning to my side as i pass by . I reach school . God I'm late.
