"Jess, sweetie, come down to dinner"
With a greatly over-exaggerated sigh, I trot down the stairs in my moccasin slippers. My father shot me a glare, taking in my appearance. I didn't feel the need to dress up for a Sunday night dinner. My mother winced, but i didn't think much of it as i sat down and took in the heavenly aroma of the roast beef and home-made mashed potatoes. My father cleared his throat, clearly trying to be polite about taking my brother out of the trance that is his smart phone. After fifteen seconds and several more attempts from either of my parents, my mother tapped on my brothers shoulder as he pulled out his headphones.
"Corbin, put your phone away, can we please just eat dinner?" My mom pleads.
She used to have this rule where everyone would put their phone in the middle of the table, but she quickly forgot about the rule, and doesn't even remember she started it. Now, we just use our phones without looking, because certain skills are necessary to get through this century.
"So, Jess," My father breaks the silence barrier. "Are you excited about your first day of high school tomorrow?"
High school is the last thing I need on my mind. While all of my friends are beyond captivated with the thought of starting a new chapter of their lives, they were starting it together. I, however, had just moved to a city I hadn't even known existed until the day I moved there. I was going to a rather large high school, and I had no idea what to expect. Who was the most popular girl in school? Where would I fall on the totem pole of popularity? Does it matter? What sport is important at this school? Where will I sit with these questions bombarding my thought process, I reply to my father with a simple "Yep.".
The rest of dinner is relatively irrelevant to my troubles, so afterwards I hurry up to my room to think about what i'll wear on one of the most important day of my life.
After I decide of a pair of not very complementing pair of denim shorts from Abercrombie and a mint green Tee Shirt from victoria's secret that i'd tye-died with bleach at an overly exasperating summer camp, I take a shower and drift off to the mellow sound of early 2000's John Mayer and dream.
The next morning I awoke at 5:30am, nervous to start my day at Columdane High School. I lathered my body in white tea body scrub from Victoria's Secret in the shower and glide a razor up and down my legs, arms, and follow my actions by stepping out of the shower and pull on grey slip-on Vans. As I put on the shirt i had laid out the night before, I decide against it and go with a black twist bandeau and a blue tank top. As I shrug my back pack over my shoulder, I pull my dark chocolate waves up into a messy bun, put in my contacts, and head down the stairs.
For breakfast, I ate a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of tazo tea. My every day breakfast, ever since I started eating healthier. I was proud of myself for going from a size 12 to a size 8 even though most girls my age were 1's. I was proud of my body type. I was curvy. Not fat, i'd decided. After a quick brush of my teeth, I woke up my mother so she could drive me to my first day of high school.
