Determined Not to Fall

Well here we go again. Everday I go through tons of outfits just to find the perfect one.

It was the night before the first day of high school and I was scared for my life. I have been dreading the first day.

I was setting my backpack and clothes out.

I had already tried on 5 different outfits and still didn't like a single of one them.

As I was putting a pair of skinny jeans on my cell phone decided to go off.

Great timing. Not.

I quickly jumped into my jeans, but missed the call anyway. It had been my best friend, Jenna.

She was a brunette, tall, way more gorgeous than I was, and a blond at heart, but I still loved her to death. She was like a sister to me. Always there. Even at the worst of my times and in return I did the same for her.

I quickly called her back. "Hey," I greeted.

"Hey! How are you?" she said, sounding very peppy.

"Uh good. Why are you so happy?"

"Tomorrow is the first day of school. Duh! Why wouldn't anyone not be happy? Aren't you excited?"

"Uh, not as excited as you are. Actually not excited at all."

"Why not?" She said trying to sound concerned, but too peppy to do so.

"Have you not heard the rumors about what upperclassmen do to freshman? Apparently not. They shove us into lockers and trashcans. I'm terrified."

"Don't believe all those rumors. Remember in 6th grade?" I didn't even want to think about that. Why she had to bring it up? Who knows. That situation had very little to do with this one.

"Yes. I remember." I said sadly.

"Then don't believe them until you know for a fact that's all true."

"I know. Well sorry, but I have to get back to picking out an outfit for tomorrow. You know how long it takes me," I laughed a little. It was kind of ridiculous how many outfits I went through until I made up my mind about to wear.

"Okay. Bye Danielle and make sure to say positive," hanging up before I could respond.

I settled on wearing the skinny jeans and after five different shirts, I settled on a black and gray designed shirt with a white cardigan and black flats.

I looked over at the clock and it was already 9pm and I still had things to do.

I quickly jumped into the shower and thought about many things. Like how many bruises I would get on the first day or how I wouldn't be able to fight back because of how tired I was going to be tomorrow. Wow. I really needed to go to bed earlier if I wanted to at least try and fight back.

I quickly put on pajamas and turned on my straighten.

As soon as I got half of my hair straight, my mom came into the room.

"Danielle?" she said.

"What?" I replied, a little annoyed.

"You have chores that need to be done."

"Are you serious? Look at the time. What chores?"

"The dishes and laundry."

"Well those shall wait until tomorrow then."

"No they shall not."

"Why not? I'm already going to be tired as it is," I protested.

"Well, whose fault is that?"

"Mine, but seriously I'll do them tomorrow."

"They better." I rolled my eyes as she walked out. I mean really? She doesn't have to be so mean about it. Ugh. I finished my hair, shut off the lights, and jumped in to bed. Well more of a plop, but anyways it's pretty much the same.

I didn't fall asleep for another hour because I was thinking about the following day. I was trying to think of ways to get out of it. Maybe act sick. I didn't even consider that idea for more than a second because a memory from elementary year popped into my head.

It was the night before a big history test, well then it was a big important one, now not so much. Anyway, I was terrified to take it and remembered that my friend told me she had faked being sick one day and got away with it. She had stuck the thermometer in a lamp that was on whie her mom went out of the room. When her mom was about to come in she stuck it back into her mouth and it said she had a fever, so she got to stay home. I decided to try it that morning of the "big" test and totally screwed it up because I had left it in there for so long that when my mom checked it I had a fever of 115 degrees.

I laughed quietly at the memory. I soon fell asleep as I was thinking of how bad high school would be