Change Me

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I woke up and got dressed for my first day of senior year. Wow, Senior year already? Time flies by when you're a piece of shit at school.

"Lex, hun. Are you excited?" My mom asked as I walked downstairs.

"No, it's just like every day of each summer. Ima be bored as shit either way," I continued. "It's always the same." I grabbed a snack, and my car keys and put my backpack on my back.

"Lex, please don't say that. I try hard to always be with you guys and you know that. Weren't you at least excited when you got a new phone and laptop?" It was no time to argue. I looked the down at my phone, and back at my mom. Yeah she was right, I did love this phone. It was basically my whole life.

"Bye mom, Don't wanna be late for another boring day." I walked out the door, waving to my brothers who were barley waking up. Luckies.

I got into my car and drove my way to school, blasting music, windows all the way down, and waking up the other kids. Who were also dreading the first day because everyone knows the first day is the worst day.

This was not me at school. This was only me on my me time. I never talked at school, I was the outcast. Only time I talked to a boy in my three years of high school was when we worked on a science project back in my Sophomore year and he asked what my name was. Other then that I only smiled.

I got to school noticing the crowd of kids here and there. I parked my car in my number '419'. I grabbed my backpack, water, phone and walked out of my car. I was starting to dread this day even more when I watched all the skinny girls, and the girls who changed over summer walk in. The only thing that I changed over summer was my pair of shoes and clothes, other than that i'm still the same person.

Like I said, I am a Senior this year but with my height I fit into the Freshmen year once again.

As I walked into the gates I stood by myself waiting for the bell to ring and dismiss us to our first period class. I read my schedule over and over probably a million times just to stall time.

I did have a few friends but none of them talked to me over the summer so I have no clue which classes we may have or what not.

As I was reading my schedule for probably about the the millionth and one time. One of the most talkative, preppiest, and annoyingest girl walked up to me.

"Hey Lex, I see you actually came back for senior year," I looked down while she fake pouted. She continued. "Remember to meet me at the same place for my homework and bring it to the same place. Thank you." She blew a kiss and walked away swaying her hips. It's been three years and she still can't do her own homework. It's been three years and I still cant talk for my own self.

I'm used to the double homework, not that its the correct thing to do but it's whatever. I watched her talk to almost every boy as she walked past them with her Michael Kors bag hanging from her arm and her shiny jewelry making almost everyone blind from it.

How could she do it? How could she have that much confidence in her and not be scared to talk to that many boys? To say hello to that many people? How could she do it.

She stopped and talked to the boy I know I would never ever talk to. The boy who seemed so familiar to me but I can't see him for more than five seconds. I get too shy to even look at him. The boy with the most amazingly, combed hair. The one with the most beautiful hazel eyes. The one almost every girl would drop their panties for. That boy, that boy was Justin Bieber.