I woke up to the same rattling noise I've been waking up for the past week. God, I hate that alarm. I would honestly change it, but it's the only one that legitimately wakes me up from my sleep. It's Monday. It's the second Monday since I started my senior year in high school, actually. I'm pretty excited that this is my last year stuck with al these irrelevant people , but oddly enough I will miss high school. Oh well, I have one more year.
I lazily leave my comfy mattress and head to the bathroom down the hall. I turn on the light to see my reflection in the mirror. I study my face. I've never really disliked my features too much , but some definitely bothered me. For example, my nose. I've always kind of hated that thing. In my opinion, it's too big. But other than my nose, I don't have a problem with my face. I absolutely love my line of scattered freckles around my nose and cheeks. They go nice with my dark brown eyes I have. Most people the their freckles , but I think they are beautiful. I like to compliment them on other people as well.
I finally decide to actually get ready for school. This is the worst part. I absolutely hate mornings. I hate getting up at 6am and I hate getting ready this early. I start my swift makeup routine, which basically only consists of a little BB cream and mascara . I don't like to wear a lot of makeup to school. I just feel like there is always something wrong. Is my eye shadow blended? Is my eyeliner uneven? Did I apply the wrong shade of foundation? Same goes for my outfit. I never really 'dress up' unless I really feel like it, because most of the time I'll just start to feel uncomfortable in it. So I pick out a pair of black skinny jeans with rips on the knees paired with a black and dark green flannel. I guess I'll just keep my brown hair natural today with it's slight wave.
I'm really hungry. I need to eat so my stomach doesn't growl 2 hours into school. I hurriedly grab a banana and some water and sit down. I quickly scarf down my breakfast and make my way to the door. Wearing my Doc Martins is an essential , so of course, I'll grab those. Checking to see if I have everything, I walk out my door to the car. Here goes another Monday.
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Other than the few friends I have, I don't get along with others very easily. I mean I'm not flat out mean, but people just aggravate me too much. I guess that's why I only have about 3 friends. I appreciate those people, they really gave me a chance. I moved in freshman year because of my father's work. New school, new state, new environment and new people. I was pissed at first, but it got so much better. I started to like my new school even better than my previous one.
The bell suddenly rang and I didn't even have a chance to say hi to my friends. Oh well, I'll see Michael and Calum in my 3rd period class and we'll all meet up at lunch.
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All my classes were boring, the ones I've had so far, at least. My favorite class is writing, but that isn't until the end of the day. There's just something about writing class. Maybe it's the teacher and the fact that she lets us write whatever our hearts desire. It feels like she actually enjoys reading our assignments. I'm in an advance writing class , so everyone in my class takes writing seriously, which I like. The only thing I absolutely the about that class is the 3 douches that are mean as hell , but still get good grades on everything. Believe in or not, I'm shit at math and history. Everything else I'm totally fine with and I understand completely. Anyway, the three douches. Aaron, Bryan, and Zach. I hate them all with a burning passion for legitimate reasons.
I rush through the halls, swerving through people, mostly taller than me. I finally reach the cafeteria with relief. I'm hungry. I'm always hungry. I spot Calum and jog over to him. He was sitting at our regular table, eating a sandwich. I've always thought Calum was attractive and even he knows I think that , but we could never be an item. Despite thinking he's hot, we are practically brother and sister. We constantly have little quarrels about pointless things and we , mostly me , always check to see what the other one is up to and make sure they are safe. I always feel safe with Calum. He's muscular and tall, so if I was ever in any kind of danger he could easily kick someone's ass.
