My Name Is Tiara.

FIRST THINGS FIRST I'M THE REALEST(REALEST)

DROP THIS AND LET THE WORLD FEEL IT(LET EM' FEEL IT)

AND I'M STILL IN THE MURDA BIZNESS

I CAN HOLD YOU DOWN LIKE I'M GIVIN LESSONS IN PHYSICS.

My eyes opened wide, when I started hearing my alarm clock, repeating over and over again on my phone.

I turn on my phone and it says, "6:40 AM. DISMISS OR SNOOZE." I press dismiss, get up from my bed, put my pink sandals on and walk to the restroom. Starting my first thing in my morning routine; a long ass shower. Twenty minutes later, I have my gray uniform shirt that says Endeavor College Prep on the right side of my shirt. Put my pink Converse on, and put my belt on. Put my black-colored glasses on gently. I have my hair up in bow. I look at myself in the mirror, with hands on hips, and act like I'm modeling at a fashion show. Gosh, I don't want to go to school today it's such a bore. Well I can look on the bright side, I get to laugh during Ms. Stern's class and Mr. Brown's class. Both of them are boring as hell. One writes like she's from kindergarten and the other one talks like he has a english dificiency. I grab my black and white Jansports backpack and turn off the lights of my blue room. I walk downstairs, hug my mom, tell her goodbye, and do the same with my little sister, Carla. My dad left for his job at 5:30 AM, so I couldn't give him the goodbye hug I always gave him when I was 10. I close the door to my house , and walk a block to school, I actually live right next to school. My house is a small, yet comfortable, white, rental house, with two bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen, a laundry, and thats it. Oh, how I wish I lived in a big mansion, where I can bathe in riches, and have people do stuff for me. But I actually like being independent, and at least I got a roof over my head, and parents that care for you, and food provided for me. Not a lot of kids have that type of life. And I feel sorry for them. Now I'm in front of the gates of Endeavor College Prep. Oh, this place can go rot in hell, I hate it. I'm the first one at the gates, until I see my friend Jean Carlo. I take out my phone first, and check the time it says, 7:10 A.M. Five minutes till Ms. Rodriguez, the office manager of the school, opens the gates. Jean Carlo, is one of my best friends in school, has hazelnut-colored eyes, a VERY deep voice, buck-teeth, but his smile will always make your day happy because he's a cool guy.

"How you been, TT," he said.

Oh, how I hated my sixth grade teacher calling me that every time, she always said,"Hello, my TT." And then everyone started thinking wrong, and erupted laughter.

"Please, don't call me that, and, yeah, I've been good, how about you, Jeans Carlo," I said.

He started chuckling slightly and said,"Wow, you had the utter audacity to say that, Jeans Carlo, wow, okay. Well I've been good, TT. I went to the movies this weekend to see The Fault In Our Stars, with a couple of friends. Yeah, that movie was SO AMAZING."

Let me note one thing to you. Jean Carlo is literally obsessed with movies and his favorite television show Once Upon A Time. He will talk non-stop about a movie he is excited for. But he is also very funny, which I like about him.

All of a sudden Jean Carlo started singing something:

DID YOU SEE THAT VMA PERFORMANCE ON MTV?

IT WAS MILEY TWERKING HER AAAAAAASSS CHEEKS

ON ROBIN THICKE'S DING-A-LING

IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

AND WE'LL NEVER BE MILEY, MILEY

MILEY, MILEY, CYRUS

THAT KIND OF BITCH ISN'T FOR US

WE CRAVE A DIFFERENT KIND OF TWERK

LET ME BE YOUR MILEY, MILEY

MILEY, MILEY, CYRUS

AND IT WOULD BE COOL, COOL, COOL,COOL, COOL, COOL, COOL

TO BE YOUR MILEY CYRUS

I started laughing uncontrollably. I could feel my cheeks getting red, and my hand on my mouth for no reason at all. I saw other kids from school laughing at him.

I turned around to see Ms. Rodriguez in front of me saying," You may go inside." Oh, well the fun has just begun.