Me, Myself, and I

Seventh Grade

I take a deep breath. It's Monday morning, the first day of seventh grade. I'm excited, yeah. But I'm pretty much alone. I have one friend, but last year she started dance. So she's meeting all these new cool people, and I'm still... just me. Emelyn. And I'm not special anymore. I run to my room and grab my backpack and trapper. My backpack is pink with purple stripes. Girly, I know, but that's just who I am. After all, I love to dress girly. I'm wearing a see through red top (obviously with a tank top underneath) and a black skirt. My light blonde hair is pulled behind me in a braid. I'm wearing red lipstick, and a pink eyeshadow. My earrings are silver with crystals inside. My perfect first day outfit. I walk out the door and hug my mom goodbye.
"Excited?" She asks, hugging me.
"Yeah... I guess. I'm nervous though."
She smiles and her eyes tear up.
"I'm so proud of you."
I give her a half smile. "I know, Mom. I know."
I board the bus and sit down. My first day hasn't officially began, but I'm ready.