Jacqueline || BWWM

Chapter Twenty One

September 11th, 2017

QUCK! QUCK! QUCK!

Have you ever had a duck wake you up?

I have. It's annoying as hell, especially if it's before six am.

My body feels like crap-- I'm more than sure I look the part too-- when I get up from my soft bed. The sheets and comfy blanket that once tightly hugged my body screech for me to return to their sweet embrace.

Multiple groans leave my dry, smelly mouth on the short journey to the door. With a flip of the light switch, light washes over the whole room. I grab the clothing off my desk and head to the shower. Sinking into 'auto mode' as the too boring routine of cleaning myself takes over, I let my brain wake with the questions that flooded my sleepy mind last night.

How's the day going to play out?

It's the first day of school, so maybe I'll be lucky and the teachers won't make me introduce myself? I always hate when they do that. Not only is it totally pointless, no one really listens to you, but it's also terrifying.

How many times am I going to faint?

Part of the reason I hate first day introductions is that more times than not, my social fear squeezes the life out of my body, and I end up blacked out. No one wants to be friends with the practically dead girl, trust me.

I grab one of the fluffy white towels neatly stacked on the counter and wrap it tightly around my body. Taking my time, I do have a good two hours, after all, I straightened my hair for the next thirty minutes and before letting myself out of the bathroom.

On the way back to my room, a glamorous looking Jaylin bumps into me.

"How are you already dressed?!" The shock is real.

In the two weeks I've known Jay, she's never once gotten up before noon, and now here she stands at five am, looking ready for the photoshoot. How in the world can that be?

"It's the first of school." She shrugs. "Gotta dress to impress."

"Makes sense, I guess."

Most teens our age are probably doing the same thing. Senior is hard, I've heard. Everything you do, every action you make, helps conjure the person people remember you as. Wherever it be the bully they hated or the sweet girl who always had a smile to go around, you will be remembered.

Lucky for me, I'm new, and have my heart set on being invisible. No one will remember me, so I got nothing huge to worry about.

"Well of course it does. Why are you up?"

"Don't judge," I give her a pointed look. "But I kinda have this first day of school morning ritual."

It suddenly dawns on me that I'm standing in the middle of the hallway in only a towel. I tighten my grasp on it and walk the few steps to my room.

"Oh really?"

"Yup."

"What does it consist of?"