Kristina
I hate waking up early in the morning. I am not a morning person but I love getting my education. Today is the first day of school a.k.a. the first day of junior year. I don't really know if I am excited or not about this school year. Nothing interesting happened for my first two years of highschool, I might as well just already add this year to the list.
I got off the bed and took a shower. The hot water felt so good I wished i could stay under the water forever. Once I got I took care of my hygiene, can't be smelling like these other girls who don't know the wonders of cleaning themselves. Now on to today's outfit: black skinny jeans with the little ripped shreds on them, a black tank top topped with a black &white baseball jersey, regular tan Timberland's, and a black Miami Heat snapback worn backwards. I am not really a fan on wearing jewelry unless its special occasions.
I grabbed my iPhone 6 and bookbag and went downstairs straight to the Kitchen to be greeted by my dad. My dad is a single parent. My mom died when i was a toddler so its been me and him ever since.
"Morning dad" "Good Morning big head" His response really got to me. "I don't have a big head" i said. "At least not that i know of" mumbling that part to my part. He bursts out in laughter. "You ready for school babygirl?" he asks "Yes sir and i gotta head out right now" I answered. "See you later dad!" "Have a nice one."
I grabbed a tangerine and headed to the garage and hopped into my matte black Chevrolet Mustang. As you can see my favorite color is black. Driving up to Miami-Dade Senior High, i parked my car in the student parking lot next to my bestfriend Rachel's blue Hummer. I sat on the hood of my car waiting for her lazy ass to get out of hers. Knowing her this girl does not want to get out of that car. Them seats be comfy and soft as fuck. Once she finally got out she sat next to me with the straightest face life could give while shaking her head.
She was wear knee-high black leather joggers, a cropped hoodie where the hood and sleeves were black leather and just plainly blue, black and blue Jordan's, with a beanie on top of her wavy hair. Some people would think we are twins because of our same mocha skin, facial structure, and almond shaped eyes. The only difference is our eyes. I have brown hazel eyes while she has the same but hers is just with a hint of green.
" I ain't ready fam." She is so dramatic I couldn't help but start to laugh. "I can already feel the shitload of work I am going to have to do man" She continued. After I calmed down I couldn't help but notice Demetri staring at me from across the parking lot. Why is he staring at me? Most importantly why can't I stop staring at him back.
"Mhhm" Rachel said looking at me with a devilish side smirk. "What?" I asked "Oh nothing" she answered "Let's go before the hallways get packed. " She suggested while dragging me into the building not before I stole another stare from Demetri only this time he was biting his lip..Well then.
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