When I wake up the next day it is to the soothing alarm I had actually chosen on my phone. This time I will stay up from six until I have to leave. The one plus about moving is that I have my own bathroom connected to my room. No one is even going to recognize me when I get to school. So confident. Confidence is attractive right? Now that I know how many people have already been in relationships, I need to be in one too. Even if it's just to fit in. I'd probably go out with just about anyone. Even just one date. Just so I know what it's like. Otherwise I will miss out on countless conversations.
When my hair is fishtailed on my shoulder, my eyes are lined and darkened, and my face is contoured, I am now ready to go to school. Except that I am not going in my pajamas again. I can be in Cameron's group if I want to. I put in three silver ear studs on each ear. I remember how surprised I was when mama let me get them. I have one cartilage piercing on the top of my right ear, which I put a tiny hoop on.
I put on a black dress, which is tight around the top, which is made of leather. The bottom is a silky fabric, which poofs out down to my knees. I put on a silver chained necklace, with jutting out triangles along the bottom half. I can be a part of this school's fashion show if I want to. I put on a pair of wedged black and white sneakers, and some shin high socks, then walk downstairs. Confident in myself. I will get a date, and then I will fit in.
When mama sees me she gasps. "Where are you going to, the prom?" she shakes her head at me.
"Of course not, I am just keeping up with everyone." I know mama is exaggerating a lot, because this is one of the most casual dresses I have. I grab a leather jacket I have hanging by the front door. I am no longer just plain old Rain Whitly. Now I am 'is that the girl from yesterday or someone else? She looks different---ahem in a really good way.' Okay, well maybe people won't say those exact words, but I expect it to be along those lines.
Time to prove that high school can be good for a nerd like me. And boy will I prove it.
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Wishing for Rain
Teen Fiction"I love the sound of the rain. The feel. Even the taste. Most people find rain dreary, but when I hear the inviting pit pats on my roof, I know that happiness is right outside of my front door. Rain is my lullaby at night and my comfort in tough tim...
