It was one of those ordinary days. When you wake up with droopy eyes and your hair a fucking tangled mess. But I didn't know what I was in for today... I had school.
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High school is literally hell with a different name. Waking up every morning, running around like a crazy animal. This morning I decided to go with my lame slide on shoes, with unmatching socks, light blue jeans and a black sweater with on brown scarf. I mean dressing up for high school...no. Not interested. We're coming back from spring break so we don't have much school left but I'm not excited for graduating next year. For some reason I felt all chippy and happy today so I put on brown sparkly eye shadow and mascara, just eyeliner on the corners and nude lipstick.
"Megan, get out here!" My mom has been really cranky lately so I moved my ass quickly to go eat breakfast. Being the skinny fatty I am I stuff a donut in my mouth and drink down a small cup of milk.
"Bye mom. See you at school." Lucky for me, my mom is the guidance counselor.
"Megan, wait, I have a job for you."
"What?"
"There's a new boy coming in today, and he needs someone to show him around."
"Oh my god, can't you find someone else to do it!"
"No, I know your responsible so you can do it." The way she says it gets me creeped out and scared so I just nod my head and run out the door.
I hate my bus so much. My ex boyfriend always sits across from me and I can tell he's talking shit about me.
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All morning I've been waiting to be called to meet the new kid and if been making up appearances in my head. Like he's a goody goody with nerdy glasses and overall straps.. Or slightly gay but doesn't want to show it look. Or full out gay punk who struts his stuff.
"Megan Hill, please report to the main office." ....there it is.
I walk as slowly as possible down to the office to waste time. When I walk in, I see him standing there... Nothing of what I expected.
