"Are you sure you want to do this, Marci?"
"As sure as I'm ever going to be."
"Alrighty then, lets go."
I kicked my legs out of our dented red car and stood up. I took a few breaths and tugged on my long hair as I walked towards the door.
Shit, I thought. I've really got to dye my hair more often. It was a yucky light orange color mixed with shades of red spread around and brown roots.
"Maybe it's good that you're doing this before high school," my mom started. "It's like a new start."
"Yeah, I guess."
I opened the door to the salon and stepped inside. Lines of barber chairs were all set up in front of large mirrors with bottoms storage for hair styling materials.
"Marci! So nice to see you again!" cried my regular hairstlist. "Oh sit right here and tell me what you want!"
I slowly walked over to the chair and sat awkardly as I pulled my phone out. I brought up pictures of Emma Watson and Anne Hathaway. "Give me something inbetween these, please. Whatever you think would look best," I advised her. She smiled and nodded and got to work.
About 30 minutes later through the typical questions "what grade are you in?" "Wow, freshman year is a big deal! What classes are you taking?" "Do you play any sports?" "Oh, theatre! Have you been in any plays?" , she spun me around to look at my final do.
woah, I thought. My hair has never been this short. "Mom? What do you think?" I asked.
------------3 days later--------------
"WELCOME FRESHMAN TO HENDERSON HIGH SCHOOL HOME OF THE EAGLES!" the principal announced.
The gym was full... full of people that I've never seen before in my entire life. My eyes scanned the large cloud for any sign of Elane.
No....No....No.....No....Shit! How the hell am I going to get through this goddamn orientation without you? All of a sudden, someone grabbed my arm and I turned hoping to see Elane.
"Come on honey, lets get you into a group!"
Freaking Cheerleaders,
She dragged me across the crowd and threw me into a group of girls and guys. There was only one non-freshman, who I assumed was our group leader. The rest of the group looked pretty average. One short girl was twirling her hair and texting away. typical. Two swag-fag looking guys were laughing and pointing at some girl's ass. Typical. Another girl was wearing large framed glasses and was drinking what looked like starbucks hot tea. TYPICAL. This group is boring, I thought. My eyes wandered throughout the gym when I finally spotted Elane talking to some attractive guy. TyPiCaL!!
"Elane!" I called out.
...
"ELANE!" I yelled again.
She turned and flipped her beautiful, Rapunzel hair. "Oh, hey Marci!" she finally anwered. She dismissed the attractive guy and walked towards me.
Let me tell you a few things about Elane:
She's perfect. Her smile is always on point, she wins every contest that we're both in (literally, every one,) she gets at least one comment on every single selfie she takes about how pretty she is, and in every situation, guys end up liking her and not me. Don't get me wrong, she's a great friend, but I just hate her sometimes, you know?
"Marci! I almost didn't recognize you. I'm loving the new hairstyle, very cute," she complimented.
"Thanks, Elane," I said kindly.
"ALRIGHT EVERYONE NOW WE'RE GOING TO DO GROUP GET-TO-KNOW YOU! YOU'RE ALL GOING TO NEED TO GET TOGETHER AND ...."
-------- 1st day of school --------
RAAAM RAAM RAAM RAAM
I turned over in my bed and look at the alarm clock.
RAAM RAAAM RAAM
6:30am.
RAAM RAAM
I got up, turned the alarm off and went back to bed.
...
7:45am
"MARCI IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL! GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW!"
I turned over and groaned. "I don't wanna go mooooommmmmm....."
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT, YOU HAVE TO GO! NOW GET UP!"
I reluctanly got out of bed and did my normal morning routine; contacts in, brushed teeth, styled hair, clothes on, backpack on, headphones in, world out.
I rushed out the door only to get to the bus stop right before it got there. I scanned for seats, but since I was the first on the bus, I had a big decision to make. Knwoing me, I obviously sat at the front of the bus, 2nd seat on the right side.
When I got to school, I felt like I walked into a safari jungle with good clothes, starbucks, and cliques.... and really hot upperclassmen holy shit.
I quickly found Elane and we made our way to class.
"Fuck, this school is bigger than Mark said," Elan remarked.
"Your brother?" I asked.
"Yeah, Mark goes here... He's a junior! Do you know anything about me??" she joked.
We walked each other to class and I was early, as usual.
My first class of the first day was Spanish 2 with Ms.Martin-Holby
I noticed that I didn't know anybody in the damn class.
diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinngg!
"¡Hola clase, bienvenidos!" she exclaimed. "My name is Ms. Martin Holby. I'm so excited for this year, not because of the awesome students you are, but of the awesome students I'll make you!"
oh dear God, this class is gonna suck.
---------- END Ch. 1------------
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Vanilla Vines
Teen FictionA Story - loosely based on reality - about a girl and her going through high school just being herself. It's my first work, so don't judge too hard c:
