Why is choosing something to wear such a hard task? As I go through my closet trying to find something to wear for my first day. First impressions are everything and what you're wearing says a lot. And that's not it on top of that I found out that I have to ride the bus to school. I don't think I'm ready for that but how else am I going to get to school. I don't have an Arkansas license or a car so for right now I'm stuck. I finally decided on a plad black pink white and blue pleated skirt with a plain white collard shirt with some black pumps. Why not go for the girly look on the first day even thought I can get down with the boys. When I get down stairs I see my aunt sitting at the table eating a bagel drinking coffee, black yuck and reading the news paper.
"Good Morning", she says
"Morning" I say. I get myself a pack f pop tarts, Brown sugar of course And I leave the house without another word. Right now I'm starting to rethink my decision to wear these pumps. This walk to the bus stop is killing me. The back street that I have to walk down is so uneven it crazy. Finally I get to the stop. The first thing I notice is this super fine boy there. I wonder what grade he's in? But that's not my biggest concern its the girl who's glaring at me for looking at him. It doesn't seam that her and they boy go out so I wonder what her problem is, but before I can analyze this girl the bus pulls up. I'm the last one to get on and when I do the only seat left is one with a huge puddle on it. Luckily its only on half of the seat. When we finally get to the school I head to the front office.
"Hello I'm Kimberly Simmons". I say to the older lady sitting at the front desk.
"Hello chile we been 'spectn you", she says with a deep southern accent. Us "Here is yo Schedule" I say thank you and walk out. When I get to the quad is filled with excited chatter. I sit by this Hispanic girl who looks friendly.
" Hello"
"Hey" she says
"What your name" I ask
"Dulce"
"Mines is Kc. Its nice to meet you" That pretty much how it went until the bell rang. I found out a lot about her. Like she was 17 a Sir it was her 2nd yr at this school, She's was originally from Miami. But that pretty much it. She showed me my first class which was English, which I'm ok at. When I get there I notice the fine boy from the bus. I almost jump up and down I'm so happy. I so and sit right next to him. He is about 5ft 11in he has his hair in a small curly afro he's Lighter complexion, and man dose he dress nice :). When I get to my seat he smiles at me.
Hey, he says Hi Whats Your name, he asks. I think for a min. should I tell him my full name?
"Kc", I say
"Nice" mines is---, right when he's about to speak the teacher walks in.
Hello class my name is Ms.Walters and I will be your English teacher for your 11th grade yr. Right now I'm about to take roll. She starts calling off names and that's when I discover the mystery boys name. Its Sean. So during class its mainly just getting to know each other. we had to do in front of the class then answer questions if there were any. When it was mute I got up and said.
" My names Kc, I'm from Sacramento ,California, I'm 16, Born on April 9, and my last school was JF Kennedy High School. When I was done I had many people raise their hand to ask me questions like, Whats Cali like, had I ever seen celebrities, I got to say yes to that question I had met E-40 a while ago, Had I ever been to the beach and many simple questions like that but the last question was asked by Sean and it was What dose Kc stand for.? And I simply said Kimberly Chloe And sat down
