The New Girl

The Start Of Something New ✔

" Zion, get your behind up and get ready for school !" Mama shouted as she banged on my door relentlessly.

I covered my ears trying to block out the god forbidden noise that my mother had unfortunately awoken me with. 

If the neighbors didn't hear her right now, it would have been a miracle from god. 

 I let out a loud frustrated sigh and pushed myself back onto my bed frame causing myself to hit my head against the hard object as I cursed myself lowly 

Great. Just freaking great.

I tried to scoot my way out of the covers but instead, I ended up entangling my body in the sheets and as I was frantically moving around and rolling I ended up falling and slamming my butt against the hard wooden floor, making sure to hit my elbow on the side of my bed frame as I went down.

seriously?

"Fuck" I hissed

I rubbed my butt trying to take the pain away but that failed and the same stinging sensation remained.

Unfortunately for me, the sequence of events that just occurred wasn't something that was strange or unusual to happen to me. My mornings usually started like this when school came around, or whenever I woke up in general. I was a clumsy mess at times.

Now, just like every single teenager in American history probably ever, (the sane ones at least ) I  absolutely loathe school, like with a deep burning passion. My relationship with it was almost as toxic as the other relationships I've had with pretty much, anyone ever.

High school is like a prison made for teenagers. 8 hours of hell for 10 months, for 11 years straight.

That is without counting preschool and kindergarten of course because I mean come on, preschool and kindergarten is awesome. Everyone knows that. Snacks, nap time, ABC's and 123's.

How much easier could life get?

Sometimes, I wish I could somehow go back in time to when life still seemed to have a soft spot for me. Back when nobody really cared about what they looked like or what they wore because that type of stuff didn't matter to kids. We just wanted to have fun. 

Nowadays though, life seemed to have a very fucked up habit of taking a huge shit on me and everyone else around me and well; I got stuck with high school.

 This Year was going to be different. I didn't want to get caught up in the mix of any highschool bullshit. I was given a fresh start and I intended to make the best out of this. 

" Zion hurry up or you're going to be late!" mama yelled once again.

I rolled my eyes at the sound of her voice.

Here we go again.

If I kept making her wait, she was going to bust through the door and give me a lecture something dangerous and that was on my list of top five things to avoid this morning so I moved at a faster pace.

I crawled on my stomach to the door then stuck my head out and yelled just loud enough for her to hear, "I'm almost done, I'll be down in a bit"

I couldn't hear whether or not she responded to me but I didn't care.

Somehow, by the grace of God, I dragged myself off the floor and went to my closet to pick out an outfit.

I settled on light wash jeans, a white crop top, a black studded leather jacket, and my all white Air Force ones. There was a high chance that the 80 degree California weather may very well end up being the reason I have a heat stroke in this jacket but, alls fair in the love of fashion.