Subconsciously my eyes again fell on Aden and he leaned into his friend's ear and whispered something but it was enough loud for me to hear.
"Why is that potato looking at me?"
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Meet Paris Evans. Pooler High's sweetheart. A go...
I groaned as I heard my alarm go off. I pressed the snooze button. Five minutes later I again started making that annoying sound of it. And as my typical self I pressed the snooze button again. And then the alarm again started making noise. I muttered incoherent things as I got up from my bed.
The first thing I always do when I wake up in the morning is looking at the mirror. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I wonder why birds make so much effort to build nests. They can easily live in my hair. My eyes looked dull like they were open the entire night and my face? It's like a vampire came and sucked all the blood from my face. Oh no, wait. My face looked as the same color as a potato. I am officially a potato. Hurray! Cheer for me guys-note the sarcasm.
I just don't understand why can't I just wake up like those actresses in the movies. Perfectly straight hair with makeup on. Ugh.
I went to the bathroom and took a long shower. I wrapped a towel around my body while getting out of the bathroom. I raised my hand to my nose and smelled myself. I smelled weird. No, I don't smell bad. I smell weird. Don't know in a good way of not. But not even in a bad way. Then reality hit me. I smell like pumpkin. It must be because of my pumpkin body wash. I groaned. I should really stop using my pumpkin body wash and start using my strawberry body wash.
Absentmindedly I went into my closet. I sighed looking at my closet. It was a mess. Clothes here and there messily. Shopping bags and shoe boxes. I really need to clean all these.
After five minutes, I decided to wear my black ripped skinny jeans and a black and white tank top. Over it I wore a blue jeans jacket and my white nike converse. I looked at the mirror and saw I didn't have a lot of time. So, I decided to leave my hair open and for makeup I just applied mascara and my favorite pink matte lipstick. I am not a big fan of makeup. I just wear makeup when I am going somewhere important or some big event.
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I went downstairs to the the kitchen to find my mom making breakfast.
"Paris, dear. Come eat breakfast." My mom said with a warm smile on her face.
"Uh.. No mom. Actually I am getting kinda late. I will just have this apple in the way." I said grabbing an apple for the table.
"Do you need me to drop you?"
"No. I will go with Sandy." Just then the bell rang. "She's here."
My mom came to me and gave me a tight hug.
"Goodbye, Paris. Make new friends and be fun but don't get carried away."
I pulled away from my mother's embrace and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
"Goodbye, mom." I said as I hurried away to the door.
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"And we are here." Sandy said as she pulled her car into the parking lot.
We both got out of the car and made our way towards to the school entrance. In movies the heroine would walk slowly waving her hair and everyone will look at her way. But unfortunately this isn't a movie. So, I walked as fast as I could because the bell is gonna ring at any moment.
I was walking very fast to get to the office and take my routine and books. But as my clumsy self I bump into a guy and fall on the ground.
Now in movies this is the part when you are walking in the hall you bump into an extremely hot guy and you fall, he offers you his hand and you guys make eye contact and instantly fall in love. But like I said before. It's not a movie and Prince Charming doesn't exists.
"Hey, watch out." The guy shouted at me and walked away.
I groaned and picked myself up form the floor.
************ I enter the classroom to see most of the seats are occupied and there are four seats available. Two seats in the front row, one in the middle and the other in the last row at a middle. As being a back bencher I took the bench in the last row.
Soon the class was full and people were gossiping and gossiping but as my pathetic self I wasn't able to choose which person to talk to. They all looked pathetic.
Soon the teacher entered the classroom and the entire classroom fell silent.
"Hello, everyone. I am Mr.Parker and I am your English teacher for the rest of your semester." The man in his mid thirties introduced himself.
If you aren't our English teacher then what are you doing here and why are we here for English. I thought to myself and rolled my eyes.
I looked up to see everyone I the class looking at me.
Oh my God!
"Did I say that out loud?" I asked mentally slapping myself.
"What's your name miss?" The teacher asked clearly angry.
"Paris,"
"I didn't asked for you birth place. I asked for your name."
"My name is Paris, Paris Evan," I said nervously."
"Well Ms.Evans, here's your detention slip."
My jaw hit the ground. Just kidding. My jaw dropped a hit I guess.
"But-but,"
"No buts,"
I gave in. there's no way I could get out of this. So, I took he detention slip politely.
Kiss my life.
The class started introducing theirselves as the teacher asked them to do so. Honestly it was getting boring.
First day of school and detention? I groaned.
Suddenly my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out carefully under the bench. It was a text from Sandy.
Sandy: how's it?
Me: detention
Sandy: :D I got that too. Made new friends?
Me: nope
Sandy: :( why?
Me: the girls looked like hey-girl-I-wanna-be-popular-but-I-don't-have-the-looks-and-attitude
Me: and the boys looked like I-am-trying-to-be-cool-but-I-am -not-and-that's-why-I-am-failing-miserably-and-making-myself-look-like-a-cow.
"Ms.Evans? Your turn." The teacher called my name.
I quickly shoved my phone in the and stood up.
"Hey, guy," I waved my hands at everyone. "I am Paris Evans and I and 14 and I don't like the idea of getting detention in my first day of high school." I said awkwardly.
