It was only 6:30 am and my mom was already complaining about something I had done wrong.
"Cecelia! Why aren't you up and getting ready? You don't want to be late to your last final." she said to me.
It's not like I wanted to go to school; the place where I'm constantly bullied, taken advantage of, pushed around and miserable at. And nobody even notices me anyways. Thank God today was the last day.
"Mom, I'll be down in a sec. It's just finals, I have no rush and no reason to even look half decent."
As I was looking through my drawers trying to find a clean t-shirt, I notice a photograph hiding beneath a shirt. It was a picture I got from Facebook and printed out of Jonah Green, the boy I had a huge crush on ever since the beginning of freshman year. I had always been to scared to talk to him, though. Maybe today will be the day. It's the last day of my senior year, possibly the last time I could see him. I might as well attempt to have a conversation with him and even try to give him my number. I can build up enough courage to do this.
I wasn't sure if I should try to look good for Jonah. I looked at myself in the mirror for a good five minutes and all I could see were my flaws; my oily skin, obnoxious brown hair, crooked teeth, and humoungous pores. "Fuck it," I mumbled to myself and threw on an old t-shirt and basketball shorts. I picked up my backpack, and headed downstairs.
"See ya, mom." "Goodbye, honey! Good luck!" my mom said as I walked out the door heading to school.
When I got to school, I went straight to my history class. I sat in my seat and waited for Jonah and his group of friends to walk in. He usually sits 2 rows in front of me, so my eyes were moving from the front of me, to the side of the classroom where the door is. I wasn't sure if I should talk to him before or after class, but most likely after since he always gets to class a few minutes before the bell.
Jonah walked in, wearing a striped bro tank and khakis, as usual. He sat down with his friends and then class had shortly started. "Good morning, class! Today you all will be taking your history exam, and then you may leave. You have until 11:45. Good luck everyone." said Mr. Barret.
This test was not easy. And all I could think about was Jonah. My nerves were killing me. I kept getting the worst anxiety of what I was going to say to him and what he would think of me. Aside from that, sitting next to an obnoxious advanced freshman doesn't make things fun. He's always taking my papers and burping or farting on me. It's seriously gross. He shouldn't even be in this class for another three years.
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