It was the day I dreaded the most, September, 3, 2012. That meant that from here on I had to wake up at the crack of dawn to be greeted by the suns mid-morning rays of light. I pressed my alarm sick of the annoying beeping sound. I turned on my stereo and played one of my favorite up lifting sounds, “Gold by Britt Nicole. I pulled my closet doors and began to rummage through my clothes. Knowing myself, I wake up early to put together an eye catching outfit. Soon after I pulled my clothes out I hopped into a steaming hot shower. To wake myself up I used my Morning Burst Facial Cleanser. I wrapped up in my robe and ran into my room and grabbed, nevertheless, IPhone and checked my Facebook. Seeing that nothing appeared to change from yesterday I threw my phone down on my bed and began to tease at my hair. I blew it out and gave it a nice curling. Then I put on my outfit. As soon as I finished dressing in my attire, I rushed over to my mirror to check out how cute I looked. I just gazed at the mirror and said" Super Cute!", noticing the time I grabbed my purse and ran downstairs to the sight of a fruit bowl with whole wheat toast. I sat down and ate my fruit, uttering in some small talk with mom and dad, I rushed out the door giving my mom a kiss on the cheek. I jumped into my car and drove all the way to, the place I dreaded most, Washington Moore High. I pulled up to my parking space took off my sun shades and got out. I grabbed my purse and walked inside the school as confident as I can be. I bumped into one of the preps, or formally known as popular people. As usual she blabbed on about how I need to pay attention where I am going and etc. I simply said "do you ever shut up?", and then walked away. Looking at my watch, I ran into the building, with 10 minutes to spare, I decided to go look for my best friend, Ashley.
