Starting Now

Ally 2

I think the real reason for all those otter boxes and indestructible phone cases is to avoid utter cellular obliteration when awoken by the horrid phone alarm grudgingly set the night before. In other words, no way in hell did I want to wake up. It was the first day of school, so I was meant to make myself look nice and presentable, but goddamn it if that wasn't the most comfortable sofa I had ever set my head upon. I slowly lifted my head from its plush throne only to find a puddle of drool resting ever so daintily in the impression left by my face. If that isn't classy, I don't know what is. After I managed to actually get out of bed, or should I say sofa, I made my way to the bathroom. Did some mangy raccoon manage to find it's way into my domicile? Oh, I just forgot to take off my eyeliner yesterday. Black pigment lined not only my eyes but also fills each crevice that was my under eye circle. I smiled a dorky smile to myself. I looked like the poster child for every punk album ever. "Time to fix this hot mess," I thought to myself.

Ten makeup removing wipes and three face washes ever, I decided to rock the "back from the dead" look. Effort had never really been my thing anyway. Rather than wearing some adorable outfit with perfectly color coordinated shoes as seen in every Disney movie, I threw on an extra-large graphic tee and some faded leggings. Grunge it is. Seeing as breakfast is the most important meal of the day, I swiped a piece of toast from the kitchen table before heading out the front door. Note to self: toast is extremely dry. I crossed my fingers and make my way to the car. Please start today, just today. That's all I ask. Thank god! Apparently the odds are ever in my favor.

I've always been horrible at directions, but to get lost in this town would be an art. Pulling into the school parking lot, some girl lit up in the entrance way. Ballsy, I thought to myself. Two deep breaths. It's my turn to be that new girl.