While all good things must come to an end, this one hurt like shit. Moving cross country to a completely new city with completely new people is enough to make me want to stay inside forever. Looking out my window at my new neighbors only heightens the fact.
On the perfectly pedicured backyard lawn on the house to the right of mine sat a group of around ten cheerleaders practicing their jumps and stunts with "despacito" blasting enough that I can hear nothing other than Justin Bieber's voice and the occasional high-pitched shriek coming from the girls when another one in short booty shorts and a barely-there crop top showed up. I'm physically rolling my eyes right now.
Of course, they are most likely the popular girls in the school that I'm transferring to next week. Which is just *great* for me, because I used to be one of them until I got sick of the bullshit and fake friends. No worries, I'll make new ones with my new fake ass personality.
I walk to the corner of my large bedroom where my mirror sits. It is a ceiling height mirror, I can see my whole body in the reflection, therefore I can judge my body faster. I've been eating a lot of cotton candy from Sam's Club recently, and maybe I should join the cheer team so I'll be forced to stick a finger down my throat to stay thin.
I can hear my mom calling me down for something. Making my way out of my room, down the stairs, and into the living room has never felt like an excursion before now but it always is when your parents need you.
Walking up to the kitchen counter where my mother is standing, I analyze her and her expression. She seems excited.
"Your school just called!" she said with a big smile.
"Wait, really?" I reply because the prospect of my old school still reaching out to me is thrilling; I thought they would've forgotten about me already.
"Oops, agh," she says, putting her head in her hands then lifting her head up again. "I mean your new school. Sorry honey."
Shit. I don't know why I got my hopes up so high about this.
"It's okay. What up?"
She unfolded a couple papers she had in her hand.
"Well, they have your schedule ready for this year and they want you to come down for the freshman orientation they're having tomorrow!" She jumped up in the air. I don't know why she gets so excited about education.
"Oh wow, thanks, mom, but I'm a senior... seems weird though," I reply.
"Don't fuss about that," she says and slaps my shoulder with the paper. "They're even going to assign you to a mentor. They'll be a senior, so they'll be able to show you the ropes."
"That does sound a little cool..." I say in a desperate attempt for her to stop this conversation. I just want to graduate and go to college so I can be alone.
"Good. You don't have a choice." she pulls a lipstick and a mirror out of her purse and quickly applies it. "I'll see you tomorrow. I'll pick you up around 10, alright?" she takes one final look at herself in the mirror and closes it, then places it back in the bag.
"Okay, see you then," I say as she walks towards the front of the house.
"Bye honey!" She yells from the front door.
