The Life of No One Special

Chapter 1

Take a shower.

Brush my hair.

Re-organize my backpack.

Turn off un-used lights.

Brush my Teeth.

Hop into bed by 9:45.

Stay up til 10:30 reading.

Fall asleep by 10:45.

Same routine every night.

Wake up at 6:10.

Brush my teeth.

Chose my clothes.

Do my hair.

Finish by 6:45

Put away books.

Walk out the house by 6:55.

Walk to school.

Arrive at school at 7:10

Same routine every morning.

Oh how boring my life is.

I probably have mental issues. I mean who recites their daily schedule in their head.

My thoughts were interrupted, again.

"My bad." I blurted out.

It was obvious I just totally ran into someone. Although it was no one I've seen before. I know every single face in this school and not once have I seen this one. It was probably a new kid. Without giving him the opportunity to apologize, I walked around him. He just stared at me. I mean who wouldn't, it WAS quite rude of me.

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"Calm down it's only Wednesday. Calm down it's only Wednesday." I repeated in my mind like I was almost saying a ritual.

I walked into Homeroom, popped a mint in my mouth and sat down. I must say so myself I looked pretty decent today. I wore a sunflower skirt that rose up higher than my belly button but fell to my knees. I had quite weird boney legs. After all I was only 5'6.

Anyways, to complete my 'ootd', I wore a black tight crop top and walked in white converse. Girls at my school had sparkly dresses with teal high heels and literately glitter splattered over their face. I live in the small ,obnoxious town of the rich spoiled kids, View of Bel Air. It made no sense at all. It had such an unusual name, but hey ,don't all snobby towns do?

Literate all guys looked the same, with their "DIAMOND CO." sweatshirts , tan shorts, and retarded looking socks with different shoes almost every single day. I'm pretty sure 45% of them had the "flippy hair" and the other 55% had Quiffs.

Yes and one of those snobby guys sit next to me in Homeroom. Mason Terrell. The most conceited moron of the school. He was your average white boy, played basketball and mastered GTA5.

"I like your skirt." He said almost sarcastically.

"And I would really like if you shut up." Classic. I'm pretty darn good at come backs.

He had that "Jesus-Christ-girl-you-take-things-way-out-of-proportion-but-it's-hilarious" look.

" And I'd really like if you come to the senior party that I'm having with you and a bunch of your nerdy friends ." That evil smirk. I really wanted to smack it out of his face. But hey, that was a pretty good comeback to my comeback.

I gave him the "I'm-too-fabulous-to-reply-but-you-already-know-my-answer-is-yes" look and turned my attention back to the teacher giving the announcements.