Accidentally Yours

CHAPTER ONE

Monday, August 10th

8:40am

The first day of school—The worst time of the year. I mean, name one person who actually wants to go to school.

Between the constant smell of sweaty, prepubescent teenage boys who want to fuck anything that has a vagina and the practically inedible cafeteria food—I do not know which one is worse. Not to mention that there is nothing less appealing than the whole concept of being stuck inside of an old building for eight hours straight.

No offense administrators, but I have better things to do than listen to you ramble on about anti-bullying campaigns for the twelfth year in a row.

Speaking of twelfth year, I'm finally a highschool senior! I have wanted to be a highschool senior since forever. I know that it sounds weird, but take a moment to think about it.

You have way more freedom as a senior than you ever did as a freshman. Plus there are a ton of cool senior activities that you get to finally participate in.

For example, mere hours ago I was camped out on the football field with the rest of my senior class celebrating my first senior sunrise—It was admittedly a little anticlimactic, but I felt free nonetheless.

This is going to be my year... I can feel it.

I'm going to make sure of it—I don't care what it takes.

I am in the midst of shoving an unnecessary amount of textbooks into my assigned locker when I suddenly hear my name being called from the other side of the corridor.

"Amelia!"

I turn in the direction that I hear the boisterous voice come from. It is practically impossible for my eyes not to notice the energetic eighteen year old approaching me with a speed quicker than lightning itself. She approaches me so quickly that I do not have enough time to react before her arms are wrapped around my body.

Some of the students in the hallway briefly glance our way, but essentially continue on their path to their homeroom class.

A large smile makes its way onto my face as we part.

"Hey, Stells." I greet my eager best friend.

Stella and I met in elementary school when I accidentally fell off of the monkey bars.

While the other kids on the playground gathered around to laugh at my misfortune, Stella was the only person to step out of the crowd and help me up out of the sand. She even accompa- nied me to the school's nurse where I inevitably found out that I sprained my wrist. I don't know what I would have done if Stella wasn't there that day.

Stella releases her strong grasp on my body. As her face moves further away from the crook of my shoulder, her grey eyes widen with amazement.

"Oh my god, you look hot!" she gasps.

The 'transformation' that my best friend is overreacting about is nothing crazy. I did not get lip fillers or a boob job like she is making it sound like.

Yesterday, after researching for weeks prior, I went to the hair salon for the first time ever. I asked the hairdresser for subtle highlights and layers. I later found out that she cut a few pieces of hair near the front of my head to help frame my face better. Along with this change, I also did a lot of research over the summer on clothing aesthetics and color palettes—I figured out which colors looked the best with my skintone and used that as a guideline when I went clothing shopping for the school year. After many hours of watching makeup tutorials and perfecting my skincare routine, I was basically all set for the new school year.