Falling Without A Sound

Hipster Girls

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Three weeks, it's been three whole weeks since I'd been forced to move here. Why is my grandmother cursing me? This place really blows no beach, no beautiful pink bay sky's, just dark cold and gloomy ones that made me feel uneasy. My parents had gave me two weeks to get myself settled in before they enrolled me into the school.

This week they're dragging me to damnation aka Highschool.

Back in Miami I went to a public school because I begged and griped at my parents for a year to loosen up and let me go. I had a lot to prove to them and maturity was one.

All through out elementary and middle school, I attended the same boring private school, Saint Ann's. That's eight years of walking down the same hallways and moving  up the grades with the same annoying brats. I wasn't going to go to high school there even if they granted me a house in gold.

I finally got my parents on my side and I attended Dade County School. Surprisingly, I felt comfortable there. I had friends there and at least two out of fifty were actually true, the rest? If it wasn't my brother they wanted it was money.

The only public school around here was Virgina City High its not too far from the house. I have to prepare my self for these northerners. They are nothing like the Miami / Bay area folk, here everyone is very cookie-cutter type, fake, they only let you see what they want you to see, no rough edges. Miami was the polar opposite the people are genuine and their feelings weren't masked, they, " tell like it is" a saying one of my best friends used to say.  Moving here was just a big- ass rain on my damn parade. After sulking in my room for ten minutes I decided that I was time to put my big girl shoes on and get ready for the worst. I put my hair up I big blonde messy bun. I had recently dyed my hair from the dull dark brown hue to an ,almost white, beach blonde. It was a contrast to my skin which was slightly olive due to the massive sun exposure I had got my whole life living in Miami, 'great I'd had to say goodbye to that too huh' I thought to myself. I began to brush my hair out which lasted  forever since it was almost touching my butt, then I tie my hair in a high pony tail letting some baby hairs lose. ' So Ariana Grande' I thought to myself.

For my first day at this school I fish out my white short flowy dress from depths of my walk in closet. I add a dark blue jean jacket to cover up the fact that it had a huge low cut in the back. Being comfortable is key so I slip on my white laced Toms. I put on a few silver bracelets on my right wrist and on my left then I fasten my leather banded watch, I had got from Nordstrom, to complete my look.
Being the rebel that I am, I bring no bag, nothing but my cellphone. I mean what's the point in bringing extra baggage if it's your first day?

Public school mentality for you.

"Thyst!" My mother yells from down stairs.
"Hurry up!.....You're going to be late for your first day!"

'Ugh don't remind me'. I make my way downstairs.

"Honey you look great" My father says from his study, as I pass by, he never closes the door for some odd reason.

"Thanks dad" I say with a soft smile. I'd have to admit I can be a brat to him sometimes, but he will always be reminded that I'm his 'little angel'.  I walk up to my mom who was already on the phone talking to whom I should guess was Brenda, her friend from back home.

My mother looks at my up and down approving my attire.
"Alright Brenda we'll discuss the matter later..... Mhm..... Yes... Alright talk to you later hun." 'ha I'm psychic, I should open up my own store and rip people off with my basic skills of common sense'. I smile to myself at the thought of my 'con-artist' plans. She hangs up and looks around me getting my undivided attention.