A Dozen Reasons

Chapter 10- First Day

“Wake Up! Wake Up!” by Everyday Sunday, blasted from my iHome alarm clock.

I peered over my violet pillow to check the time, and lowered the volume.

I stretched and went into the bathroom, took a shower, and blow-dried my hair.

I chose an outfit, distressed, ripped jeans, purple spaghetti-strapped tank top with a sheer off-shouldered white tunic over, purple ballet flats, silver stud earrings, and a chunky, silver and white beaded draping necklace.

I slipped my charm bracelet over my wrist, grabbed my school bag, and jogged downstairs.

“Good morning,” I said while pulling the orange juice from the fridge.

“Good morning.” My dad flipped a pancake. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Okay.” I smiled, and pulled a coffee cup from the cupboard to prepare his coffee.

Once breakfast was over, we were on our way.

Dad pulled up in front of the school. “Are you ready for you’re debut?”

“I guess so.”

“Okay, no boyfriends on you’re first day.”

“Aw, Dad, I was so looking forward to that.” I gave him a big grin.

“Ok, ok, I got to before I’m late. Love you, and be careful.” He kissed the top of my head.

“Love you too. Bye.” I shut the door, and watched him drive away.

I felt so nervous. My stomach was literally doing flips.

I observed several groups gathered on the steps, each talking a mile a minute.

I walked up the steps, and felt a pair of eyes watching me. I looked up.

It was a blonde girl. I thought she looked liked the girl who was with Brian, but she was taller than the blonde before me.

I gazed at her, she had on skinny jeans, a Victorian-style peach blouse, black platform heels, and an oversized Prada bag slung over her shoulder. I smiled politely, but she looked at me smug.

Wow, what is her problem?

I continued my quest to the admission office, first asking Victoria for directions.

Once in the admission office, I made my way up to the front desk.

A perky, plump woman greeted me.

“Good morning. How may I help you?”

“Good morning. My name is Jasmine Alva. I’m a new student.”

“May I have your admission paper, please?”

I pulled the yellow paper from my bag and handed it to her. She reviewed it.

I glanced at her nametag “Mrs. Marjorie Hills-Assistant Office Manager”.

“Thank you. You may have a seat while I process this.”

I glanced around and found a row of wooden cushioned chairs lined up against a glass wall.

I sat down and picked up a magazine from a side table.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Hills calls for me.

“Ms. Alva, here is your new schedule, and the principal will like to have a few words with you.”

She led me to his door, and knocked.

“Come in,” said a booming voice.

She held the door open, while I slipped in.

I looked at the man before me. I checked his desk plaque “Mr. George Henson-Principal”.