He's so out of my League

Chapter 1

People say that high school is the best four years of your life. It shapes and molds a person; they learn valuable lessons that can be carried throughout adulthood. That's to say if you have parents who allow you to have normal teenage experiences in high school and well — my parents are far from normal.

"First day of senior year" I mumble to myself as I put on my socks and find whatever outfit that's lying in my closet.

As much as I'd love to put effort into getting ready for school my mother just wouldn't allow it. She always found that putting that effort into school was a waste. I love my parents, I do, they provide a roof over my head and a bed to sleep on so complaining would feel quite ungrateful. It's just that, it's exhausting to not have any room for error. For as long as I can remember my parent's dream has been for me to get into an Ivy League, I'm not entirely sure where this dream stemmed from. I really wouldn't mind going to an Ivy League if it didn't mean my parents wouldn't let me have a normal high school experience.

My parents have this no-dating rule because they believe that boys will get in the way of my studies, or I'll somehow get pregnant, or I'll drop out of high school. It's a bit of an extreme mindset to have but I know that their heart is in the right place. I wish that it didn't include the part where they ripped away my high school experiences from me. It's not that I desperately want a boyfriend or anything, it's just that romance is such a beautiful concept that I'd maybe want to experience. Or at least that's how the books make it seem like, that no matter what love could conquer all. That's not the case for me.

As I'm heading over to the bathroom, I notice my alarm clock says the time "7:15". That can't be right, the bus leaves at 7:30. I checked my phone to confirm the time, unfortunately, my alarm clock was right. I don't have time to get ready. I quickly glance at myself in the mirror to make sure that I'm at least somewhat put together. I start to look at myself a bit harder, doing so I see how prominent my eye bags look from staying up the night before. How pale my skin is that is always easily sunburned which is complemented by my freckles. I never liked my freckles. I put my frizzy blonde hair up in the best ponytail that I can do with the limited time that I have and head out.

I can't miss the bus, it's the first day of school. Mom will be furious I say to myself as I sprint to the front door and that's when my mother calls out for me.

"Ivory, I made breakfast!" my mom exclaims trying to get my attention.

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry!" I kindly told her.

"Not so fast young lady! How do you expect to do well in school if you don't eat something? You know they say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. At least take an eggo" she demands.

"Okay, fine!" I swipe an eggo off the table and storm out of the house. Running as fast as I could, I knew that if I missed the bus I would have to walk to school and I did not want to. I wouldn't even make it on time if I tried. Besides any tardies on my transcript, I could kiss any Ivy League goodbye or at least that's what my parents have drilled into my brain.

Thinking about the term Ivy League always made me giggle, and not for the reasons you'd expect. I always found it ironic that her parents gave me the nickname "Ivy", in a sense the nickname makes sense considering my name is "Ivory" but it's the irony of it all. Maybe it's some superstition thing my mom believes in. If she names her daughter Ivy, maybe she'll get into an Ivy League. Despite what my parents want me to do, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do. One thing is for sure, I cannot disappoint them, even if that means going to Yale, or Harvard, or Princeton.

"Stop!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, hoping the bus driver would hear me If I was loud enough. As I was sprinting, I started to leave my left backpack strap slipping off of my shoulder and carrying all these books in my hand was becoming a struggle while running. I feel things start to slip out of my bag. As I frantically pick up everything that dropped, I begin to sprint again but by the time I make it to the bus stop, it's too late.

I stand there accepting my defeat. This is what I get for not waking up on time. If I start walking now maybe I won't be late. I start walking my usual route and just when I think that this day can't get any worse. It does. A red car speeds past me in what seems like it had to be going 20 mph over the speed limit. The water that is on the street from the rain the night before splashes all over me, I'm soaking wet.

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Hey Guys! This is my first time writing an original story, and I do not expect it to gain much traction considering I'm doing this for my pleasure. Considering this is my first time writing something for other people to see and read, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thank you !! And I hope whoever reads this enjoys <3

P.S. I'm going to include songs that I feel are fitting for each chapter. I'm a pretty big Swiftie so expect a lot of that :) xoxo