The Popular Plan

Chapter 5

song of the chapter: time of our lives// pitbull, neyo

Another few weeks passed, and the time of my life that I dreaded arrived. School. The school where I was going to go to was said to be pretty cheap and not the best. That made me pretty nervous since who wants a lousy, cheap, unlearnable environment? My mom assured me I would be fine, but I almost did not believe her.

I was really nervous for my first day. What if I wasn't accepted? Today I decided that I had to make a good impression on everybody, or else I wouldn't fit in. I wanted to fit in, felt like I belonged, and stand out. This was key to success.

When I woke up at the brutal 5:30 AM, to say I was sacred was an understatement. Terrified was a better word for the situation I was in. I rolled out of bed and slapped my alarm clock and headed over to my bathroom. I had my outfit and towels laid out already so that way I did not have to worry about it.

I went into the shower and made sure I was properly washed off. I also may or may not have peed in the shower, but that's just because I didn't like to waste more water than necessary. My mom admired me because of it, since if it was her way, we would have no water left in the world. Basically, she uses up all the stinking water, and it was especially hard because California was in a drought.

After I showered, I threw on my outfit of the day which was hanging up on my closet door. It was an orange tee with a flowery infinity scarf and ripped skinny jeans. I had a pair of blue vans and some sunglasses. I also had a gray tote bag to go with it, where I would be carrying all of my books and such.

Then, I French braided my hair and added a bow at the end to match my shoes. I didn't look amazing, but I did look appropriate. This was my only good outfit I had, since the rest were loose tees, sweaters, maxi dresses, and leggings.

My mom was taking the day off to "send me off to my new school." David was moping on out of his room while I was coming out of mine. He still had his pajama pants and white tee on. His hair was a mess and he looked like a train wreck.

We walked silently side-by-side to the kitchen and slumped down at the eating bar. My mom was making us spinach omelets. They are way better than what they sound like. She dished them off the griddle and scooped them onto our plates, handing us them and a glass of orange juice.

"Good morning, Kenna! Are you excited for your first day?"

"Very," I replied sarcastically, not wanting to speak.

Today was gonna be a long day.

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The next thing I knew, my mom was driving me to school. There were a bunch of kids standing outside and filing in. I had my schedule out and ready. I wasn't looking forward to the day.

Period 1: Study Hall with Cowin in High School Cafeteria

I thought that that was weird, since it was the first day and I already had a study hall. Oh well, I guess. Maybe that could be the time I socialize with people and make new friends? My mom stopped the car and I hopped out. She gave me a kiss and I walked into the crowd.

People stared at me as I went into the building. Some people snickered, which was something I was used to. People can be REALLY judgmental. Others are fortunate enough not to have that experience. It's happening and others don't know.

I leaned against the wall and put in my earbuds. Stitches by Shawn Mendes was the first song that popped up on my playlist. I bobbed my head and people watched. Some were staring, but no one bothered to come up to me.

After a few minutes of having a jam session to myself, it was time to go in. I walked to my locker and grabbed my stuff for the next three classes I had. This was my schedule: