" I am Elizabeth De La Rosa, I am from Los Angeles California."
I told myself out loud. I need to become my new name a new person. Vanessa Madrigal never existed.
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Senior year was suppose to be the one of the greatest time of any high school st...
I have yet to get used to the time change. I mean back home it would be four in the morning. My phone alarm woke me up at seven in the morning. I patted the nightstand for my phone, shutting off the alarm. I stared at the ceiling as thoughts ran through my head about what a day I was in for. A long day in fact. As I calculated how much time I could stay in bed before I had to get up and get ready for bed. I turned off the alarm after pressing snooze twice already. There was one text message from Dessen wishing me a great day starting school. Glancing at the time I had about an hour and half to get ready which is way more than enough. Maybe I could go early to campus to find my classes.
I cleaned my face and brushed my teeth. Looking at the hideous uniform I had to wear, I could have barfed. Do people actually still wear this? The uniform consist of a white collared dress shirt, a black plaid pleated skirt that ended just above the knees, a blazer with the academy's name on a patch with their crest under the lapel. And to top it off the uniform there was a tie that had to be worn. I already feel suffocated with all the layering. I slipped on white knee high socks and black ballet flats. This was not cute. If I had big curly hair I would look like Mia Thermopolis from the Disney movie Princess Diary. Why can't they look like the uniforms from Harry Potter? It's basically the same thing only they wear capes. Who doesn't want to walk through the halls with a floating cape behind them? I would much prefer the floating cape.
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I wanted to look at least decent for my first day. I decided that I should put some makeup on. I put on some mascara and a touch of tinted chapstick that has the smell of black cherries even though cherries don't really have a scent. I brushed my hair, fixing my hair in a loose french braid. I pulled my baby hair out framing my face.
Even though I wasn't in the best situation at that moment, I took a mirror selfie so that once I could call my mom I could send her a picture of the hideous uniform.
It was weird seeing a different color other than blond. Last week I had to dye my hair a different color. I choose a dark brown. I could have chosen black but that was too much of an upkeep if I were to stay here for a while. Looking at my hair, I was starting to like this dark brown hair color, but there were a couple of small dilemmas. It made my skin color look way lighter than it is. Another little dilemma was that i was lucky that my hair grew fast but with hair growing faster which would need to be dyed every month or so. The pros and cons contradicted themselves.
Before leaving my safe space I took out one anxiety pill, slipping it in a hidden pocket in the blazer just in case I felt an attack coming in. I also stuffed a small bag of sour patch kids for an alternative. Most of the time I psyched myself out.
As I made my way around the school campus I had a paper map with me just in case I couldn't find the class. Few people stared at me while I walked. It is because they think that I look like an idiot walking around with a map seeing that I am new to this school. Maybe I have something on my face? It might just be that I looked like an idiot walking around with a lost expression on my face.
