Only you

What's your name?

I woke up to the sun blinding me. An awful sound was ringing in my ears. It seemed to get louder and louder. I rubbed my eyes and tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. My phone. I'm an idiot. I turned off the alarm and stretched my arms. School starts today. I can already tell it's gonna be horrible. I groaned and sat up. The cold hardwood felt like ice to my bare feet. I stood up and ran my fingers through my hair. I wonder if Sarah's here this morning... I walked out to the hallway and down the steps. I heard Sarah's heels clanking against the floor and I smiled. She was running around the kitchen in her pantsuit and her hair up in an official-looking bun.

"Hey babe. I'm trying to get breakfast ready before I have to leave. Will you make the juice?" She said really quickly. It took me a minute to process what she asked because I am far from a morning person. I went to the stainless steel refrigerator and grabbed the orange juice carton. I put two glasses on the island and filled both halfway with the juice. I put two plates with silverware on the table. Pleased with what I've done, I smiled and sat down on the barstool.

"Oh, honey, I don't have time to eat." She said. I frowned.

"Not even an omelet?" I asked and she shook her head. I should've already guessed. She put an omelet and some bacon on my plate and kissed my forehead.

"Have a good day!" She yelled, halfway out the door with her briefcase. I rolled my eyes and devoured my breakfast.

I went back up to my room and looked at my closet. I should've let Izzy come over and pick out my outfits for the week. She would've done it because she absolutely loves fashion and hates my style. I put on some light Abercrombie jeans with rips going up the thigh and a grey Hollister shirt. I folded up my pant legs and put on my white converse high tops. I went to the bathroom and took off my glasses. I got my contacts yesterday so I put them in. I'm blind without them. Literally. I put on a little makeup and brushed my teeth. I put my thin, pin straight, hair up in a high ponytail. I grabbed my Nike SB jacket and my North Face backpack. I put my phone, charger, and earbuds in my pocket and went out to my car. I rolled down all the windows a bit and turned on the radio.

I promised to pick up Izzy everyday because she kept on failing her driving tests. She took, like, ten of them and failed each one, so she stopped. I arrived and honked the car horn. She stepped out of her front door. She curled her hair and did an exceptional job with her makeup. She got in and looked me up and down. I got uncomfortable so I started driving towards school.

"Who picked out your outfit?" She asked.

"Me." I mumbled, feeling her eyes on me.

"You look good." She said. I rolled my eyes and focused on the road.

"Why do you always do that?" She asked.

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

"Roll your eyes. You know, they're gonna get stuck like that." She said. I tried really hard not to roll my eyes at this but they moved on their own. "You really do look cute today." She said.

"Thanks, you look simply gorgeous." I said and meant it. We arrived at Westfield High School and I parked. We both exhaled and got out of my car. We got our schedules and tried to find classes we have together.

"Okay, so I have science, pre-calculus, history, lunch, break, literature, and French." She said.

"We have science, lunch, break, and French together." I said smiling. My schedule is as follows: science, history, calculus, lunch, break, literature, and French. We both saw Mason and gave him a cute smile. He was hanging out with the "popular guys" like always. At Westfield, any guy that plays a sport and/or looks even remotely cute, becomes popular. Same goes for girls only it's more about looks instead of sports. It's obvious I'm not "popular" because I'm ugly and socially awkward. Mason plays football and girls drool over him so he's considered "popular." It's not that hard to understand.