Just Another Dumb Love Story

[1] The First Day of School

The first day of school, as always a big exciting drag. But it's even worse when it's a new school for you. Especially if that new school, is brand new.

I wake up at 5:30am to take a shower, do my hair, get dressed, do my makeup, and of course eat, plus all that other stuff that you do in the morning.

First impressions are everything, and this year I'm going to have more friends, and pretty much a better school experience than all those years before. I shave my legs in the shower, watching myself in the mirror across the bathroom as the soap suds flow gently out of my hair.

I have my music on loud, and I honestly are pretty sure my parents are annoyed, but than again, the bathroom doors are locked, and my hands are wet, I'M IN THE SHOWER! So I cannot turn the music off... I guess they have come to terms with that.

I dry off my curly blond hair with a towel. I look at my face in the mirror, picking at the few red bumps that have made a temporary home on my face.

"Ugh!" I moan to myself, and clasp my hands together behind my back.

"You'll only make it worse," I tell myself, and continue to work on my face. I apply the toner on two cotton balls, and wipe the hidden dirt and oils off my face. I'm surprised every time after I finish, there is always little smudges of dirt on it. I apply my moisturizer, and chapstick, then exit the bathroom while drying my hair, my light pink bathrobe wrapped tightly around my body.

I look down at my toes when I get to my room. I had painted them the night before, and they look pretty good, not to brag. A light minty green, that go with my tan sandals. I did my finger nails as well, the color white.

I blow-dry my hair, straighten it, and then curl it into nice long bouncy blond curls. I part it in the middle, and spray it with this stuff that makes it stick. It smells like minty vanilla, my favorite scent. I quickly do my makeup, and I hear my mom calling that I have 15 minutes to get in the car.

I quickly pack my things into my bag, reapply my pink lipstick, grab a breakfast bar, and hop into my moms teal fiat. She joins me two minutes later.

"We'll get there about 8:30, since it starts at 9:00 you should be fine." My mother tells me, but I already know. It takes us 15-20 minutes to get to school from my house, I calculated it. It's 8:10, so I know we'll be fine.

I'm really looking forward to today. I won't know anyone, but that'll be okay, I can always make new friends... In fact, I'm counting on it. It's an IB school (International Baccalaureate), so it'll be a lot harder to do well in this year. I know it, my parents know it, everybody says it... Ugh! School has always been mostly easy for me, but going into my first year in a harder school will be difficult.

When we're about half way there I turn on the radio. My mom keeps freaking me out, talking about how if anything bad happens to text her (but not in class of course). She talks about how I'm going to be fine and that it's okay to be nervous. I wasn't before! Thanks a lot mom!

We pull into the small, circular parking lot, and see many nervous students getting out of their parents cars. I say goodbye and have a nice day to my mother, and get out of the car. I see a girl I know.

"Hey Sadie!" I yell across the lot. She turns around waves and smiles at me. As relieved as I am to see a familiar face. I fast walk towards her, avoiding the parked cars.

"Hey! Great to see a familiar face." I say when I finally get to her.

"You too!" She replies. "I was worried that I wouldn't know anyone here and would have to be alone! I'm glad to see you."

"I feel the same way, trust me!" Sadie and don't really know each other well. We went to the same school last year, but we only just knew each others names, and that was about it. "Shall we head in?" I say breaking the short, but awkward silence. She nods a reply, and we head into the school.

Once we're inside the black gates, there is a semi-long concrete pathway that goes off to who knows where, but Sadie spots a whiteboard sign.

Welcome to MCCS, it says. Your names are posted into groups below. The room where your group is has the room number as well. Enter the school to the right. Again, Welcome, and we all hope that you learn a lot! This is a small community of only 100 students. Here are the group lists.

I look down the lists with the groups, and find my name. I am in the group with a teacher named Anne. An arrow points to double doors that must lead into the school.

"I'm with a woman named Barbara, what about you?" Sadie says.

"Anne, room 36..." I reply, disappointed that we're not in the same group. I know it's weird that I barely know her and I want to be in a group with her, but I'm very co-dependent.

"That sucks that I won't know anybody.Let's find out classrooms." She says, and we walk through the doors into the school.