Fresh Meat

Chapter Three: The First Day

"There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate."
- Linda Grayson

AMY

Most teenagers would wake up feeling terrible at the reminder that it was the first day of school. I was not one of them.

As I heard my alarm go off, I hopped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. After a quick brushing of my teeth and washing of my face, I looked into the mirror and flashed a smile at my reflection.

When I got out of the shower, I went to my room and opened my wardrobe full of dresses.

I would just like to point out that I absolutely love wearing dresses. Ever since I was young, people would always gush over how cute and adorable I looked in them. I loved how flowy they are, the different designs they had. I especially love it when you twirl and the dress twirls with you. It makes it even more fun to do.

Because of that, I only wanted to wear dresses all the time. My parents had no problem with it; they thought it was charming. And over the years, my wardrobe was soon full of all kinds of dresses. While I did have other clothes like T-shirts, jumpers and pants, it was mostly dresses that I wore. That and patterned socks.

Now, as I looked through my wardrobe, the only thought spinning through my head was, Which dress screams "First Day of School"?

In order to make a good impression, I needed to look good.

Wow, I sounded so much like Mindy right then. Weird.

And that's when I spotted it.

It was a light pink mini dress with puffed sleeves and a flower pattern. This was one of my favorite dresses, and nothing screamed first impression than wearing your favorite outfit.

I slipped on the dress, pulled on some striped socks and put on my pink Converse sneakers. Then I went over to the full-length mirror attached to the back of my bedroom door to look at myself. I grinned proudly.

"High school, say hello to Amy Greens!"

As if on cue, I heard my mother's voice from outside. "Amy, breakfast!"

I opened my door and heard a meow from down below. I looked down at my feet to see my pet cat Mochi, pawing at my sneakers. I scooped her up and nuzzled my face into her fur.

"Good morning, Mochi," I said. "Hungry?"

Mochi meowed and batted my head.

I giggled. "I'll take that as a yes."

I went down the hallway into the kitchen and placed Mochi down on the floor, where she immediately went over to her food bowl. I saw my mother by the stove, humming a somewhat happy tune. She turned off the stove and slid my breakfast onto a plate. That's when she finally noticed me. She broke into a wide grin and crushed into a giant hug.

"Happy first day of high school, sweetie!" She said. "Oh, you're so grown up now! I can't believe it-"

I tried to squirm out of her hug. "I'm not that old, Mum. 14 isn't that old."

"I know, but...time just went by so fast! I still remember when you were just 7 and you were trying  to sell people your little pastries..." She pulled back to look at me, her eyes glossing over. "Your father would be so proud of you."