RING, RING.I woke up to the sound of my dreadfully loud alarm only to remember that
it's the first day of school. I force myself to get up out of bed and go to the bathroom to freshen up. I hop into the shower, whilst I listen to my playlist on blast. I rinse the coconut vanilla shampoo out of my hair, condition then wash the rest of my body. I jump out of the shower and wipe off the steamy mirror to find my makeup dripping from my face. I seem to have forgotten to wash it off last night, I think to myself. I towel dry my hair because I find that my curls dry nicer that way. I apply my makeup lightly to give myself a natural radiant glow. I try to make myself look as presentable as I can, but I've learned to deal with the fact that I'll never be as gorgeous as most of the girls at my school, then again I'll never be as slutty either.
I run downstairs, grabbing my backpack on my way, and sit down next to my little brother, Michael.
"Morning Johanna", my mom glances over at me. She hands me a plate full of eggs and bacon as I look over to see what homework Michael could possibly be doing when school hasn't even started yet.
"Math?" I question him.
"I'm trying to review my work from last year. I almost failed and grade 6 is going to be even harder, so I'm trying to prepare." he replies with a gentle sigh.
I feel extremely sorry for him. Last year his teacher, Mrs. Fray, barley helped him or even payed attention to him and this year he is stuck with her again.
"That teacher of yours will definitely have some nerve to ignore you again, after the talk I had with your principal." my mother snaps. She has always been very protective of us.
Michael grabs his work and heads for the door to make it to his bus stop on time. It feels like just yesterday when he was 4 years old and kept stealing all my things and drew all over the walls in my room. I come back to reality. I watch as he turns his head back to my mom and I, his freshly cut dirty blonde hair flies to his side, as he nudges his glasses up his nose to meet his immensely blue eyes and waves goodbye.
I look to my mom, her dirty blonde locks fall straight down her back and her blue eyes look at me. Her smile can brighten up any room she enters. She is the exact height a woman should be with the right amount of curves. She was white, but her skin was ever so slightly sun kissed. A typical pale girl, like myself, could only dream to have my mother's skin. Sometimes I feel like I am the runt of the family. My brother and older sister Stacey, who is married and lives in Nova Scotia, both lucked in the looks department because they look exactly like my mother, unlike me. I look like an exact replica of my father. Brown curly hair, so curly I have to wash it everyday because of the frizz. I have extremely pale skin and get burnt easily. My body is petite and I barely have a curve, but my chest has definitely outgrown the rest of my body. My lips are too pink to be normal and my eyes are just the colour of poop and not the green kind. My father, from the time I got to spend with him before he passed away, was a very handsome man. Sadly though, I don't make a very handsome woman.
"And then, maybe we could go to the mall after my meeting." I had not realized my mom was speaking to me, I had been lost in my thoughts.
"Yeah sure that sounds great!" I answer, pretending that I had been paying attention.
"Look at you, my beautiful daughter." She pulls me in for a hug and holds on tightly. "You better hurry up, you don't want to be late for your first day of senior year." she reminds me that this is my last time attending Treeders High School and to be quite frank I'm a little upset to leave such a familiar environment. I quickly grab my things and head out to my car to finally start my first day back at school.
