OMG SOML

Chapter 1

My alarm on my phone begins to ring. I wake up super groggy wanting to put the alarm to snooze so badly, but I know I need to get up. I turn off the alarm and look at my phone. 7:00 am. Why must school start so early? Why can't my school be like one of those schools in Europe that start at 9 am because they believe that the teenage brain isn't alert until later on during the day?As I finish with those thoughts in my head, I unlock my iPhone and see all of these notifications from snapchat, twitter, instagram, and facebook. I scroll through each and one of them to see what was the notifications about.

Well, #KimExposedTaylorParty is the top trending thing on twitter right now. I would hate to be Taylor Swift in that situation.

Looks like everyone is having fun eating ice cream and putting it on snapchat with that special geofilter.

Everyone on facebook is going insane about Orange is The New Black; I don't blame them. That show is amazing!

Oh, nice! My picture from L.A. Pride got 75 likes on instagram. I think that picture is the picture that has gotten the most likes on instagram on my profile so far.

I guess you can say social media is my entire life. Hell, isn't it everyone's life now? I mean I always hear people talking about how horrible social media is, but I mean, come on. It isn't that bad. It's just our daily dose of entertainment. And sometime it is really helpful. It helps us bring awareness to somethings and let's us voice our opinions with no boundaries, and if someone doesn't like it, well we can simply tell them to fuck off and with a simple unfriend button, we don't have to hear their whining anymore. Plus, it can help us go such a long way. Do you know how many businesses have made it because of it? When I become a fashion designer, I know I'll definitely need to reach a huge audience. And I'll need to reach it as quickly as possible.

As I daydream about how I'll be in Korea taking part in Seoul Fashion Week to improve my designing, my thoughts suddenly get interrupted. 'Maria! Come down here and eat your desayuno! Before you run late for school.' My mom almost screams.

'Ya voy mami! I'm coming mom! Don't worry I'm almost finished changing!' I exclaim. I love having the ability of being bilingual. Not only does it define me personally, but it also makes me feel proud of my Latina heritage. Plus there are some advantages to being bilingual. If you wanna talk shit about somebody, and they don't know any other language besides English, well babble away.

I finish applying my eyeliner and I go downstairs. My sense of smell is then introduced to huevos rancheros with a bit of salchicha and orange juice. I'm so glad my mom made this. I've been craving it since forever and it does help me keep my stomach full for a while till lunch comes around.

'Have you sent in any applications to any other universities?' My mom asks curiously.

'Not yet. I wanna make sure I finish with the ones I have right now first and then I'll send in the others. If I focus at one at a time, I can make the application look great to my full potential.' I end up telling her.

'Good, good.' My mother tells me. She then reaches across from me and grabs my hand. 'Mija, I know I bug you about this a lot, but I want to make sure you get into a good university and get a good education and a good degree. I don't want you being like me where I am always borderline drowning in bills and getting paid minimum wage working for someone. I want you to be your own person and want you to have your own power and control. I don't care how much it'll take or cost. I'll make sure you make it through college.' she says with a smile on her face.

My parents always been so dedicated when the subject came up about me going to college. They immigrated to California from Mexico when they were pretty young and they had to work their way up all over again and start a new life. Knowing not a single soul in the entire state. But flash forward to today, and they're alright. We have a house that we paid of, they both have jobs, and they manage to bring food to the table every week. Yeah, we might be the richest people in the world, but as long as we aren't living in the street, being able to sleep in a house and being able to eat everyday is rich enough for me.

I look at my phone again and I check the time. 7:30. I get my backpack and get ready to leave. 'Bye mami, I'll see you after school.'

'Bye mija. Have a nice day at school. I love you!' My mom exclaims.

     As I'm about to leave, I hear my mom say 'Wait! You forgot something didn't you?'

     'No. I have everything with me. I don't think I'm forgetting anything.' I tell her.

     She gives me a look on her face and then when I see it, I realized she forgot to give me her blessing. It's an odd tradition Hispanic families have. But I kind of like it. Not in the sense that it's religious, because I'm not that big of a religious person. But in the sense that those blessings, are almost like hope.

     'El padre, el hijo, y el Espíritu Santo, amén.' My mom says while touching certain parts of my body that would make up the shape of a cross when you map it out.

     'Gracias mami.' I tell her. I give her a kiss on the cheek, grab my backpack, and start heading towards school.