Choosing The Emo

CHAPTER ONE: The Emo

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It takes an hour and a half to get ready for school. It specifically takes longer today since it's the first day of Senior Year. I put my phone in silent mode as I fixed my hair, putting it in a high ponytail and curling the edges. I finished with lots and lots of hairspray. People have been trying to reach me all morning and it's getting in my nerve. Mostly, it's just my so-called friends asking me advice for what to wear today. So I ignore them. I don't have the time.

I was listening to music while I prepared, not wanting to be disturbed. That's how they know i'm getting ready, already. They won't dare, disturb me when they hear music. If they need me, they'll wait. 

My eyes constantly landed on my bedside, digital clock. I couldn't afford to be late, especially today. I have to be in school an hour early, being the student council president. We have our first ever meeting today as the new council. 

I was in my closet for probably half an hour before I finally chose an outfit, being done with my make-up. 

This, being the first day, I have to make an impression.

When I'm finally done, I stood in front of my mirror, making sure that I look okay, then checked if I have everything I needed before heading outside, carrying my backpack.

I went straight to the dining room where my parents are eating breakfast. 

"Good morning." I greeted.

"Good morning." My father greeted back, without looking up.

"Are you ready for the first day?" My mother asked, looking over my outfit. 

"Of course." I said, repressing the urge to roll my eyes.

"Are you sure you want to go with that?"

"My outfit is fine, mother." I retorted, edgily. I'm wearing a simple tank top, a high-waist, floral skirt, black flats with long socks, and a dark blue vest. I think I look perfectly fine.

"You should hurry up with your breakfast. The president, of all people, shouldn't be late. Especially on the first day." My father interrupted.

"I know. But I still have plenty of time." I said, looking at the plate in front of me. 

"There's no such thing as plenty of time." He said. 

I looked up, pursing my lips. 

"Fine. I'm going now." I said, standing up.

"You haven't touched your breakfast." My mother commented.

"I'm not hungry." I said, turning my back on them. '

I drove my red Maserati convertible to school, which my father bought me for my sixteenth birthday. Everybody loves it. Boys in school are drooling over it. It's a little flashy but it's what "suits" a girl like me, or so he says. Personally, I think he just likes, rubbing in the fact that we're richer than most people are. He's a flashy bastard. It's the only reason why I'm currently attending a public school, instead of a private one. This is where I will stand out. And you see it, it worked, since I won the election last school year.

I parked in the student council reserved privilege parking space and took off my sunglasses. The school is still deserted due to the fact that i'm an hour and a half early. I made sure my hair wasn't ruined from the wind, through the rear view mirror, before I stepped out of my car.

I started walking until I heard someone calling me. I turned around to find my Vice President, Rick, running after me. 

"Hey Rick! What's up?" I greeted, smiling warmly.