Alarm clock beeps. Loudly that it wakes me up from my slumber. I groan and snooze it. I check the time, and it's 5:00am.
It's time to come back to school.
I have been homeschooled for a long time. I am not living with my dad, I'm living with no one. I'm currently staying in my mom's home in New Jersey.
Anyways, school.
I haven't gone to school for years now, and now that I'm a senior, I have made an idea that I am going to go to a public school again, but change my persona. I'm not a girly girl. I don't even seen myself as that anymore. That's not who I am.
I get up, take a shower and brush my teeth. I take my black silky robe and put it on.
I go to my makeup vanity, dry my freshly dyed long black hair and straighten it. Then, I do my makeup, primer, eyebrows, eyeliner, concealer, powder, lashes, mascara and chapstick.
I walk over to my closet open it and decide what to wear. After a few moments of thinking, I had an amazing outfit.
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a red tube top with some silver gems, rubber latex looking like pants, with a belt, some thick boots, and some bunch of necklaces.
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"These are the schedule to your classes." Principal Torres says to me as she hands me my classes.
Here I am, back in public school. I went through the back where not that many people saw me.
By the way, my mother's murder was all over the news when it came out. It's honestly the most famous murders in history.
My mother was a fashion designer and my father was a lawyer. We had amazing lives, well to me we did. I heard my parents arguing a lot, mainly because my mom was always leaving. My dad was in love with my mom, I don't know if my mother felt the same.
I nod my head and take my schedule, "Thank you." I say softly as I get up and leave. I hear the bell ring and, this is it, I'm going to walk a crowd full of people.
I exit the principles office and then the main office. Right when my heel hits the outside, exiting the main office, people stare. They pull out their phones, flashes go off.
The security guard was right by my side.
My heart beats. I take a deep breath in and walk. As confident as I can. I want to show them that I am strong. I am not letting my mother's death hold me from being a teenager.
People's jaws drop. Boys whistled. I never had this much attention in my life. The security guard never left my side until I went into my first class, Crime and Justice. There's like 6 people in here.
"Hello, Ms. Matthews, I'm Ms. Steinburg, please take a seat." The teacher says. I nod my head and walk in the back.
The teacher was talking. I took this, Crime and Justice class because I am very intrigued in it. I love anything in the law. I want to figure out who killed my mother.
