Crossing paths

A new start

It was Sunday. There's one week until the new school year starts. I was home, sitting on my desk, in front of my laptop, scrolling.

I was living in a small town by the lake, so I didn't have much of a choice for a high school. There were a total of 5 high schools in town.

I was debating between two of the schools. They were the only ones that seemed from a higher level than the others. The first one was Golden Oaks high and the second one Crestwood high.

As for me both will do, but i had to make a wise choice and have in mind everything. For example the money I have saved. The first one seemed way too expensive, to be honest. And another thing that turned me off about it was simply the fact that it was way too far from home. I couldn't be able to be in a bus for around twenty minutes every single day.

From the opposite Crestwood high was actually not that far from me. I could even walk home whenever, if only the weather's condition allowed me to. Which was a positive option, because I didn't have to always take the bus to there and also it made me safe money, instead of giving it for a ride every day. And it looked pretty decent. It was a place I could imagine myself in.

I went straight up in the internet site of the high school and signed myself in.

I still couldn't believe what I decided that summer vacation and I just couldn't proceed with what I've just done now by signing myself in such extraordinary school. It was somehow unusual of me to decide on such big things. But all I wanted was to be a better person which was pretty much my biggest motivation. I'm still a plain person no one will recognise in the crowd first. Or at leat that was the way I tried to reassure myself.

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When I got an email for the date I have to attend to do the entrance exam I felt like I can faint right on the spot. I really couldn't believe all of this happening.

I had to attend at the school in three days and i felt that this was not even close to enough time for me to get myself together.

Somehow since the moment my parents heard that I wanted to attend such a high school, they've been very happy with my choice. They too, couldn't believe on what I have decided for myself, though it's not a big deal, really. Still, they were on my side from the beginning, which I'm very grateful about. It also made me happy the way they reacted the first time I told them about my intentions.

That actually made me realise something. This whole time when I didn't really care about my results and kept them average, probably made them worry for me. Like, if I didn't care about school, what will happen to me? Will I be able to become a good person? I didn't want to worry them like that, with such things, so I decided I should really show them that I'm serious about this whole I'm-going-in-an-elite-high-school thing.

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It was finally the day. The day for me to nail my entrance exam. Or at least that's what sounds like the best option. Though the worst case scenario was me failing, but failing so bad they wouldn't want to accept me in a single high school in town. But now was not the time to panic.

My biggest problem at the time was that they wanted for us to be there at 8am sharp and right now is 4am. Yep, that's right I couldn't sleep all night. I barely managed to have a 2-hours sleep, but as for me that was enough. But back to my problem. It's the fact that I didn't know what to wear.

I never put much thought into what to wear or put much effort into how I was gonna look like. Sweatpants and a T-shirt was my forever ultimate combo. But if I go like that, I'm certainly sure they won't even let me go into the building dressed like this. Another problem was the fact I didn't have anything different from sweatpants and T-shirts in my closet.

"Okay Eve, calm down and think."

While I was taking deep breaths, failing to calm myself down, a brilliant idea occurred to me. I should just borrow something from my mom. She had just the right clothes for such occasions. More like she had clothes for every occasion. Opposite to me she was spending every morning doing her hair and deciding on an outfit for the day. Maybe I should sit and learn from her for once.

I tried to sneak silently in my parents bedroom, without waking them up, which was kind of the mission impossible. But I couldn't just wait until last minute to decide on an outfit. I needed everything to be sorted out already.

While I was flipping clothes I stopped. I think I've found just the perfect piece. It was a dress. A very beautiful one. It was a white dress with little floral motives. Just next to it I found a cute cardigan that will go just perfectly with the dress. I guess mom has used that combo recently, because all of her clothes in her closet were colour coded and that cardigan was light grey.

I was able to get a white hairband as well, while making my way out of my parent's bedroom.

I couldn't fight the urge to not try the outfit already. I brushed my not so long brown hair. I put on the dress and over the dress i put the cardigan on. After that i put on that hairband on and I think I made my best decision ever.

It looks perfect. I've never actually liked myself in a dress. I never even let myself wear a dress outside. I was just maybe... scared?

When I looked at myself in the mirror, dressed like that, I remembered the kid's uniforms from that middle school. I really look pretty. I look exactly like I've stepped out of a limousine too, though I didn't entirely liked the idea.

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And so like that it was around 6:30am so I went out of my house. I was definitely walking today. With the dress, mom helped me by doing me a light makeup and straightening my hair. She also gave me some lovely pair of shoes and a cute little white handbag to finish the look. And I just couldn't describe how grateful I was at my parents. I really loved them.

With every step I started feeling more and more anxious. I knew I'd get there a bit early but considering that I'm walking and I couldn't just wait at home anymore, I decided to get going.

It was still pretty much dark outside when I first went out, but now I can feel the dark sky slowly fading with brighter colours, thanks to the sun that's bringing them all up for us to light our world. It was beautiful. I loved the sky. I felt myself just sitting outside and watching the sky for hours. No matter if it was day or night. It was always beautiful. It's like I'm getting lost in the sky while looking up to it.

And just like that, lost in thought, I made it to, probably, my new high school. It's as if it has just came out of a fairy tale. There were trees around the building greener than any tree I've ever seen. There were rose bushes, with roses every shade of pink. The path to the school was surrounded by small and some big stones, that made the whole scenery even more magical. The building itself was looking so cozy nestled in the forest behind it that you might think there would be a princess coming out of it. It was made in an old, vintage style yet it gave somehow modern vibes. The vibes of the future. Of a successful future.

All my positive thoughts were gone away the moment someone bumped into me. Hard. I froze at the interaction.

There was no way this is happening. The thing that I worked so hard for and went out of my way to avoid. The thing that made me go miles away to just not encounter it, the thing that disgusted me the most. People lacking manners.