Perching lifelessly on my old wooden chair's unbelievably snug cushion, is me staring off into space rather than at the mirror staring right back at me. I snapped out of my brief motionless state and carried on with pointing out the mere flaws and blemishes in the vicinity of my face. Typical Monday morning. Only it is not a Monday, it is a Friday in the middle of the last semester. You see, every morning is as dull and dreadful as Monday morning. My fingers wandered up around my face until they found their way to my right jaw. I felt across a thin, small scar which the most private memories that are never to be forgotten. I caked on a fair share of foundation to cover up the scar, which had been an everyday routine since the "incident" last summer. I shook my head and waved the thought off.
I urged myself to get up and proceed to my wardrobe. Never had I ever had any hindrance upod deciding what to wear, I always had too much clothes in my closet. Besides, I had always had been blessed with this hidden specialty of putting articles of clothing together without the perception of my jeans being worn a bajillion times before. I don't know, I guess I was born with pretty good fashion insticts, as what everyone tells me.
In a matter of two minutes, I have already settled on a gold pull-over, a black skater skirt which is a tad too short, and a pair of dirty cream-colored Keds that I had owned since two years ago. Totally decent, not too girly, and sweet enough to cover up the fact that my personality is not at all sweet. I tied my hair in a half-up ponytail and let it fall to my shoulders to conceal my right jaw that nobody knows about, except me and the "summer fling".
I took out my orange backpack with my name "Jayla" embroidered across the front in a cheerleader-y font. Morgan got it for me when she went on a trip to London. I absolutely hated orange, and she was well-aware that I was, but what the hell, it goes with most of my outfits perfectly.
I filled it with the day's essentials--- textbooks; a notebook; a pen; a bottle of my favorite perfume; mints just in case; my most prized possession, my photography camera, because picture-perfect photo opportunities can be anytime; and lastly, the crucial cellphone. I go nowhere without it. Apparently, it holds my entire life.
I sneaked one last look at my full-body mirror which hung on my bedroom door before rushing out to get some breakfast. I gave my cheeks a wee pinch to add some color to my pale face. I was ready to face whatever was beyond the comfort and protection of my room.
As I stalked out of my bedroom, I stopped by the kitchen to grab some fruit from the fruit bowl, and yelled a "See ya!" to whoever was still home and did not bother to wait for a response before I made my way down the street to Morgan's house. Thank God my bestfriend and I live in the same block, and thank God that school was so close by.
I walked right in when I reached the doorstep of her house, "The Kelly Household", as I like to call it.
"Hey, Jay," someone said in a singsong voice, which is unmistakably Morgan's mom, Mrs. Kelly. I chuckled at how she instantly knew it was me who walked in before I even got to shut the door.
"Hey, Meg." I replied cheerfully.
"Morgan is up in her room probably deciding what to wear. Y'know, like any other day." She said "y'know" so quick, for a second there I thought she was speaking some kind of lingo.
"Oh, you know Morgan." Then I made my way up the 20 steps of stairs to her room. Just in time, the door flew open and a wild Morgan appeared before me, dressed in a frilly scarlet top and a pair of high-waisted denim jeans which made her look at least a foot taller than she actually is. She is talented at these kinds of things, tricking people into thinking she's tall and skinny when she's actually a tad curvy and just as tall as me.
"Hey...girl...Ready...To...Leave?" She asked in between heavy breathing.
"Woah, there. Have you been running laps before I got here?" I said with sarcasm. "And don'tcha think that I should be asking you?"
She gave me a look. "Deciding what to wear is a shitload of hard work. You wouldn't know." She paused then added, "Oooh, somebody looks good today!"
I gave her a thankful smile, and striked a pose emphasizing the backpack she got me. She laughed.
We went downstairs to say goodbye to Meg, then went on our way to school which is literally 50 meters away, no joke.
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We strolled along under the pale blue partly-cloudy sky with a light-hearted chat which revolved mainly around Morgan's all-time crush, a stereotypical senior jock who is known to be the most popular in Phoenix Highschool, not to mention him having the most and the prettiest girlfriends. But apparently, Morgan sees way past that. He goes by the name Hunter Hone, and most girls go ballistic just mentioning his name. I am not most girls.
It is humid today in the city of Phoenix, in the home of the Grand Canyon, the state of Arizona. The temperature is slightly chilly, with just a hint of warmth and sunshine. Wearing a sweater was definitely a good idea. I decide that today is going to be a great day.
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Hiya! I hope you don't mind the imperfections & inadequacies whatsoever, this is my first time. Hope you guys like the first chapter of my first book! Votes and/or comments would be really cool :) I'd really appreciate your thoughts & opinions on this chapter! x
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