school, is the first thing i can think about, waking up this morning. and i am not ready, is the second thing that pops in my mind. i lazily get out of bed and walk to my bathroom.
the thing with school is, i feel like people know me, but don't want to talk to me, just because i don't fit in, you see. i'm not into the popular kids, i don't smoke and respect the dress code, mostly. so i'm incredibly lonely and bored, all day long.
i get under the shower, and blow dry my hair when i get out. don't you hate blow drying your hair? because me too, girl. after picking a pair of black skinny jeans, some random shirt, my jean jacket and my old school vans and putting them on, i unplug my phone and pass the door, backpack in possession.
i walk to the little coffee shop i worked in during summer and buy a sweet tea. i then make my way to school. meanwhile, loren spams me with snaps of her laughing at me. fun times.
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i walk to my locker, surrounded by people hugging and yelling eachother's names. three freshmen have their locker to my right, amazing. hopefully it's someone my age on the left. see, our school assigns lockers in alphabetical order, if only we could be separated per grade.
as i'm analyzing the school's capacity to ruin our lives, i feel a hand on my shoulder. i turn around, to find, standing in front of me, the one and only, charles gitnick. we're not going to be friends or something because they work with my mom, come on.
'hi jasmin' he smiles.
'yo' i say, turning around.
'so what's up?' he asks.
'my standards' i answer.
i feel him staring at me, before i can start to feel bad, him and joey start laughing, always good. i keep putting my books in my locker, expecting them to leave. they don't.
