BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
"What the fuck?" I said groggily, looking around. My room was too bright to adjust to. I looked at the clock and reluctantly rolled out of bed, landing with a thud on the hardwood floor. Slowly I walked over to my closet, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. God, I hate mornings.
Sighing, I thought about what to wear. The crisp September weather of eastern New Hampshire didn't exactly allow for shorts, so I decided to settle on finding some jeans. And what top... Something to set the pace for the year. Today is the first day of being a senior at a new school, and I'm so so ready to start fresh. I'd decided to put my past behind me, or at least that's what my therapist told me to do. Dr. Mikado says "holding onto negative energy convinces your brain to live in a negative headspace..." But I try to take his advice with a grain of salt, if it were that easy everyone would be happy. But they're not. I agreed anyways, told him what he wanted hear. And for the most part I believed in a fresh start- new school, new reputation. But I'm still the same old me. Right?
I sifted through my clothes which were thrown messily onto hooks in a haste to unpack the new house. I pulled out one of my favorite rusty red flannels that fell just over my butt and paired it with a dark cropped tank top. I found a new pair of ripped up baggy jeans in a faded black and threw them on. Rummaging through containers of stuff yet to be unpacked, I looked desperately for my lucky black high tops. I could never start school without them. They may have a few stains-of-mysterious-origins and the odd scuff or two, but I loved those babies. I found them squished in a box of throw pillows and managed to dig them out, gingerly smoothing out the canvas. These converse truly had magical powers, there were many spectacular things that had happened in those shoes, lots of adventures remembered, and some not...
I ran a brush through my golden brown hair and threw it into a temporary messy bun, so I could wash my face without those annoying wispies in my way. I brushed my teeth and moisturized, then added some makeup to brighten my face. I added a bit of light eyeliner and a touch of mascara to brighten my blue eyes. I finished off my subtle-ish makeup with my favorite cherry flavored lip gloss. It was my trademark and I don't go anywhere without it. Looking in the mirror, I adjusted the hem of my shirt and pulled up my bra, ensuring that a little hint of black lace could be seen above my tank. I fixed my simple necklace, a sterling silver chain I got for Christmas, and got ready to go.
As I headed for the door I grabbed my earbuds and start blasting music. Simultaneously, I managed to throw on a jacket, grab an apple, and check my phone. I mumbled something like a goodbye in the way of my parents and walked out to my car. A black Mercedes. It had a dark leather interior that still remained pristine thanks to my careful maintenance, the new car smell still lingered in the air. My car was my most prized possession... a gift of sorts.
Running my fingers through my hair, I pushed it back into its natural tousled waves. I connected my music to my car speaker, then grabbed my bag and rummaged through it for a pack of cigs and a lighter. I knew it was a bad habit, I had to hide it from my parents. Yes, yes, I get that I'm killing my lungs, but we all pick our poisons. Mine's nicotine. If this is what death feels like, then I'm loving every bit of my smoky way to hell. I parked half a block from school to smoke without nosy eyes. I wasn't about to let the smoke ruin the conditioned leather scent of my car. I pulled into the school parking lot with quite a few stares from passersby. I was the new kid in a small school whipping a nice ass car for a high schooler. I'm expected people would talk.
After parking my car and stepping out in front of the school, I pulled out a little slip of greenish paper and reviewed my schedule.
AP Calculus- Rm 147
AP English Lit- Rm 49
TechEd- Rm 187
AP Modern History- Rm 203
Lunch
Spanish 3- Rm 65
Free Period
AP Biology- Rm 114
Photography- Rm 256
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Heartbreakers
RomanceHe's a heartbreaker... But so is she... And maybe the only one who can reform a badboy- is a badgirl... Clarke is a new student at Washington High School, and she is dead set on creating a reputation for herself. She's already got early admissions...
