I woke up and looked at my alarm clock, which was screaming at me to get out of my bed. 6:20 am it read. I hated getting up so early. I constantly looked tired, I would get teased because of the bags under my eyes.
But I got out of bed, and stumbled over to my closet. I picked out a black and white striped shirt and some black skinny jeans. I tried to go unnoticed, but it never worked. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I didn't look good. I never did. But I didn't have time to change so I headed downstairs and grabbed a granola bar. My parents had already left for work. They're usually gone by the time I get up. I munched on my granola bar as I tried to comb through the knots known as my hair.
My hair wasn't very pretty. It was a dull brown, and it fell flat and boring. It didn't look pretty in the rain either. My mom's hair looks very pretty in the rain. It gets curly and bouncy, and it seemed to shine when you looked at it. My hair just gets wet. And I get cold. And then somehow my hair gets flatter.
I put my hair up in a messy ponytail. I finished my granola bar and brushed my teeth, the minty toothpaste stinging my tongue. I put on a tad of perfume and tried to make myself look decent. I guess it worked. I checked the clock. 6:58 am it read. Crap. I thought to myself as I heard the bus rumble past my house. I guess I would have to walk today.
It was raining outside when I started my walk to school. My hair soon became its usual wet mess. I soon looked up and saw that hell of a place called school.
Maybe I could skip.
No you can't, you idiot.
Yes you could. It would be easy.
No, it wouldn't.
Just turn around.
I can't.
You can.
I CAN'T!
Yes you can. Just turn around and save yourself from the embarrassment.
My thoughts won me over as I turned around and started my walk home.
