Social withdrawn Alexandria Pierce makes a deal with her best friend Madison that is meant to make senior year a better one. She reluctantly agrees to get a date with the boy who destroyed her car mirror, Landon Singleton. She can't contend for too...
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Typically, getting up for school isn't a difficult task for me but this morning I see that I woke up thirty minutes later than expected. I slept through my first alarm and I needed that extra time to get ready and to do my homework for my first class. I get in the shower and wash away the smell of burning flat irons from my hair. I try not to spend too much time in the shower so that I can quickly get ready and leave.
I've been in school for about a month and within that time I realized that it takes me about 25 minutes to get to my school from driving so slowly, so I usually wake up early to avoid traffic. I attend a charter school in Kalamazoo, my parents tried the private school route with me in the sixth grade, but I didn't do well; the next year I switched to a charter school. My father told me that he wouldn't pay for me to get D's in school so that was that.
It's September so that means that in the morning it's freezing and then later in the day it'll be too warm for a jacket. I attempt to slip into the hall quietly to avoid my mother. Some mornings I couldn't deal with her sly nitpicking and this was one of those mornings. I put my hood on for the cool morning air and once I get to the door, I nearly run to my car.
Unfortunately, I can't avoid her forever. My mother is a pint-sized feisty woman, it was her way or no one's way. Sometimes it gets overwhelming, but she's like that with everything and everyone. With my grandparents, then my father, now me. It didn't end there; she kept it going with her career and our house.
My father has been taking monthly business trips, my mother may play a part as to why he does so frequently, it wouldn't surprise me if he admitted so. My father is a corporate counselor and he had taken his frequent trips out of town for business meetings for years. The trips started when I was 9 years old, I'm 17 now.
My parents met when they were in college, my mother met my father the day he crossed over for the Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity and she said she felt as though it was an instant attraction between the two of them—maybe even love at first sight. Hearing her tell stories about how their relationship had gone when they were in college warmed my heart, I secretly hoped that that's how it would be for me once I got into college.
My parents had a small wedding when they were 23 and they were 24 once I came. Their life played out perfectly because it had gone how they wanted it to and that's what I wanted for myself. College would be the place that I could start over and do things on my own terms.
I wanted to do well, and I knew that my parents wanted me to do well. They always wanted me to do things to the best of my ability and sometimes it would feel like they were overbearing but I sometimes still find myself trying to do well academically so that they could see how hard I was trying.
Usually no one bothers me, and I didn't bother anyone in return. But what goes up, must come down. I always expect the worst when things were going well in my life because I accepted that you can't be happy forever. It's inevitable for bad times to come around again.
