Impossible

Ch. 1

"LET'S GO CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY TILL WE SEE THE SUN! I KNOW WE ONLY MET BUT LET'S PRETEND IT'S-"

I smacked my hand on my iHome, and hit off my idols beautiful voices.

Not that I don't love them, but you know what I'm tired okay get off me.

I checked the time and it said,

5:34 a.m.

"UGHHH"

I grunted and rolled out of bed.

Today was the first day of my sophomore year, and I was excited for basketball, but scared to see Jason.

You see,

I changed this summer.

ALOT.

My hair is down to nearly my butt now, and has natural brown lowlights.

I actually have boobs now, like I thought I was gonna be an A cup forever.

Some of you may say B cup is small, but for my body that's pretty damn big okay.

Oh yeah my body has gotten skinnier and I look more fragile, but I still have all the muscle. I'm also tan as fucking hell like seriously I think I might be part Indian or Mexican or something.

I have a nice, toned ass, so my butt doesn't hang out at anytime, and it's still a like able size and I mean its toned so its good!

I'm taller, and I'm now at a proud 5'9, and Jason's 6'3 if your wondering.

(:

But most of all,

My face lost all of its baby fat, the little acne I had disappeared, my skin just got more even and toned, and finally I got prettier.

WAYY prettier.

Like I used to look like a hobo that just survived a shark attack.

But now I'm actually somewhat decent.

Needless to say, I got a lot of self confidence over the summer, and I now think I'm some hot shit.

JK JK  

 

I'm still insecure, but I think I'm actually decent now. So I mean, that counts.

Well I'm guessing that now you get the jist of my suckish love/transformation life, since I basically just told my life story.

I stood up out of bed and did a quick 5 minute stretching session to wake me up and loosen up my nerves.

I went to my closet and looked inside.

Just yesterday I had organized my closet into summer clothes and school clothes, so It was easy to pick what I was going to wear.

I laid out my outfit on my bed, and ran to the bathroom connected to my room and turned on the shower.

I stripped off my clothes, and stepped into the steaming hot shower.

"When he opens his arms, and holds you close tonight, it just won't feel right. Cause I can love you more than this! Yeaaahhhhh!"

I sang more than this by one direction, because it just reminded me of the constant situation I was in with Jason.

I washed my hair extra well, and kept singing.

"I've never had the words to say, but now I'm asking youuuu to stayyy!"

I belted out.

I was an absolutely horrid singer around people, but in the shower and when Im home alone it's like I'm fucking beyonce and I let out my Sasha fierce! Haha but if I listened to myself sing I wasn't half bad, and I've actually thought about trying out for the xfactor in a few years, but I've only told a few people that.

I finished shaving and washing my hair, and turned off the soothing water and stepped out.

The cold air hit me as hard as Regina George when she got hit by a bus.

I giggled to myself.

"I'm so funny I don't know why boys don't like me, I mean I laugh at my jokes they should too"

I thought to myself.

I quickly tied my hair in the towel and put my robe on.

I walked downstairs to an empty kitchen.

I sighed, and threw a toaster strudel into the toaster.

My dad was already at work I knew that, and my mom was probably up in her office on a call.

My parents were nice, but they were very pushy and strict, and had way too high of expectations for me.

It was hard to keep up with them sometimes.

My toaster dinged and I carefully took my breakfast out.

I ate quickly, and headed back upstairs.

I took my hair down and blow dried it quickly and walked completely exposed back into my room.

I glanced at the clock, and it read

6:23

I have plenty of time!

I put on some pink underwear, and a pink lace bandeau bra, so it would fit under my tank top.

I walked over to my laid out clothes and glanced over them once more.

My outfit consisted of a white pair of jean shorts, a PINK NY yankees sequined tanktop, and some navy toms.

I actually dress like an actual girl now, not like my 'athletes get the guys' phase in middle school and freshman year.

I like what I wear now a lot more, and I feel like the guys do too.

I looked into my full length mirror, and examined my outfit.

"Eh looks good enough"

I said aloud to myself.

You might be thinking,

"isnt there a dress code at her school?!"

the answer is yes.

the tank top and shorts rule only applies to the freshman, so anyone whos a sophomore and up can wear whatever they want, as long as your butt doesnt hang out, or your boobs. and i barely have either soo im good! (:

I headed to the bathroom and plugged in my straightener, and started to straighten my hair.

Once it was finished, I applied some light foundation, some nuetral shimmery eyeshadow, and a little mascara.

I HATED wearing a lot of makeup, so I tried to go for the most natural look possible. I usually wear this makeup everyday, except for the eyeshadow, I only did that since it was the first day today.

I Combed through my straightened hair once more, before heading back to my bedroom to grab my stuff.

The clock read

7:46

And I needed to be outside for Melanie, my senior- best friend neighbor, at 7:50, so I threw some notebooks, folders, and pencils into my PINK bag, which was a black and white bag with a tribal design all over it.

I checked to make sure I had everything, grabbed my iphone with the sparkly nike case, and walked downstairs.

I heard a honk, so I opened the door and walked to her white convertible.

Well,

Jason here I come.