My Sunshine

Life how she knows it

Adabelle : 

*beep-beep-beep*

The same horrendous sound that wakes me up every morning, is becoming worse. I toss and turn, shoving my favorite pink pillow up against the side of my head to block out noise. After pressing snooze which feels like for the hundredth time I force myself to get up. Slamming my hand down on the small black alarm clock, I turn it off and stand up out of my  comfortable bed.  My eyes heavy, feeling as if they are about to fall out of my head I close them then open them slowly. Although my eyes are used to this feeling as it comes after nights of crying. Last night was more tears then I have had in a long time. Everything in my life feels like its falling apart, nothing good is coming from the life I'm living. Falling asleep, there are several nights I wish not to wake up in the morning, not to continue being in this sad excuse of a life. I have no potential and everyone knows it. I'm that girl who sits alone at lunch, the girl people avoid talking to, the girl everyone picks last. I sit in the presence of no one but myself, and the wonderful lives of the people in my books. I'm that girl.

Now actually taking steps, I walk to the small wall mirror and glace at myself soon turning away at the sight I see.  I look back once more, and see nothing important, just me. My eyes look like a Christmas cookie exploded. My emerald irises, next to the usually white sclera, but now bright red is surrounded by my abnormal puffy under eyes. My face is framed by my long brunette hair that hasn't been washed in a few days. Pimples scattered around my face, like little volcanos about to explode. Still analyzing my face, my eyesight trails to my body. No real figure just a short a stout girl. My thighs are huge and my boobs are small, I really need to start working out.

The clock says its 5:30 and I have to leave around 6:45, until then I need to work to make my self look better. I take a really quick shower mainly focusing on making my hair not look like I washed it in grease. After I get out I dry off and wash my face, popping any pimples that need to go.  In my room I look through the hundreds of outfits that I have and I still cant find one I want to wear. I end up choosing a common look of a big blush sweater and my favorite black leggings. After I'm dressed I step back to the mirror and once again see the face of a monster. I grab some old makeup that I've had for ages scrapping up the last few bits. I'm not much of a makeup person so I really have no clue what I'm doing. I get something I believe they call foundation and cover up all the red blemishes on my face. Then I pick up mascara the only makeup thing I truly know how to use, and cover my eyelashes with it. My eyelashes are already fairly long, but the mascara makes them look a lot thicker.

Stepping back I take one long look at myself in the mirror and think that will have to do. I grab my small grey backpack and head out the door. As soon as I step outside my body is covered in goosebumps. Fall was starting to end and winter was approaching. I cross my arms and walk fast to my bus stop trying to warm my self up. I stand by myself on the cement, much like the several other kids who wait for the bus here. We all tend to stand close to each other, but not close enough to actually make conversation. It could be the early mornings and we are all tired, but more likely none of us really want to talk. The only people who really talk is a small group of freshmen boys. All of them on the football team as they wear their matching jerseys and discuss how todays game will go. Then a few sophomores are there, mostly girls, but a few boys wait along for the bus too. There is no seniors as most of them drive themselves to school, and I'm the only junior. The freshmen seem scared when they see me as they are not used to being with "older" kids at school. The sophomore girls all look at me and I can feel them judging me. The girls faces are painted with makeup while they wear designer brand clothing that must of cost their parents a fortune.

Hearing a loud grumbling sound coming from down the road, I see bus #82 getting closer and closer. As it stops in the usual spot, right on the corner of Likon St. the octagon, w=red and white sign pulls out. I look around and everyone piles on to the bus and I step up last. I sit in the "loser" seat right behind the bus driver alone. I unzip my bag and pullout my favorite book "The Princess Bride" and continue to get lost in the love filled adventure book. I become the characters battling people, and falling in love with the ever so handsome Westly. The bus suddenly jerks and I realize we are now at school. I wait until everyone is off the bus and then I leave saying thank you to the sweet lady who decided to drive hundreds of annoying teenagers around.

School doesn't start for about 15 more minutes, but my bus is always early. I walk around campus acting as if I have a purpose when truly I'm just looking for a good spot to sit during lunch. Schools been in session for a few months now, but everyday its such a hassle trying to find somewhere to eat and read my book at lunch. Normally I sit under this beautiful large oak tree that must be at least a hundred years old. The tree has long branches with several leaves that shades under the tree just right. I look there now and no one is there and I hope no one is during lunch. I continue walking around, trying to get closer to where my first class is,    English 3 H, when I trip over something on the ground.

I fall right in to this boy in front of me and know everything out of his hands. To make it better he fell too, and I basically am laying on him. I  hurry to stand apologizing a million times, my face flushed with embarrassment.

I stuttered once more, "Oh.. man.. I'm seriously.. uh. so.. sorry!"

He looks at me with the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes and says, "Don't worry about it, it was an accident"

As my innocent face smiles I hear his friends mutter, "Zander you just got hit on by the klutz", "Zander do you know who just touched you, you might want to go take a shower", and "Zander don't apologize to her"

My eyes trail to their direction as I just let them say horrible things right to my face. I don't take a second to stop them, I just look at them and run away hearing their laughter.