1st Day of School

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Waking up, knowing it is the first day of school, I start to get ready. I've never had a good wardrobe. Never. I always have old clothes that no one wore. I never fit in. I want to though. It's not like I'm any different though, I have a phone, I wear makeup, I have the same hair style as the popular girls. ~Jessica~.I was always bullied in 7th gra--- "Zoey! Breakfast is ready!"

I look at the clock, and then outside at the wet grass and streets. Stumbling down the stairs, I smell the sweetest smell of syrup on toasted waffles. My favorite, but it won't cheer me up to go to 11th grade.

"Thank you! Oh my gosh, I love waffles!" My mom smiled and walked out. I looked down and stayed there.

After I eat and get changed into my best clothes, I grab my bag and kiss my mom goodbye. I walk out to the front door to wait for the lame bus. I hear a car coming down the street. Looking over, I see 2 guys and 3 girls in the red mustang.

Wait, that is Kevin, the most popular quarterback of the high school. Braydon, the most dreamy guy, he plays basketball and actually cares about people. Jessica, the captain of the cheer squad and the one who bully's me. Lilly, the girl who is obsessed with perfectness. She cries if her makeup isn't right. She gets angry if her clothes don't look 'perfect'. She doesn't go to school if she finds a little zit on her face. And the last one is Hannah, the one who dances on a national team. Very, very jealous of this one girl on the team, talks bad about her all the team, what I hear.

The car is getting closer and closer by the second. I know this isn't going to end well. I try to hide my face, but it will do no good. "Hey girl!" I look up. They slowed down enough to say a couple of words. "Wanna ride?" I stumble with my words a little, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, Jessica yells "Not! Idiot!" Then Kevin hits full speed, splashing the water from the storm last night all over my only good outfit. I felt something from my eye drip all the way down my face.

Inside, I get more clothes to wear, but they aren't very good. I redo my hair, but it is wet and nasty. I get more makeup on, but it won't stay because of my tears.

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