Ring Ring.
"Oh my Jesus Christ could you just shut up", I asked my alarm. Realizing just how stupid I sounded, I groaned and basically stumbled out of bed, I dragged my feet to the bathroom and took a quick glance at my reflection in the mirror and... you know this feeling you get when you hear people say that you look better when you wake up cause your skin is all refreshed and what not, but I tell you with an honest heart that that is the hardest thing for your face to accomplish in the mornings cause when I wake up my face looks all plump and pale and oily and e.t.c , still looking at myself in the mirror I pulled an ugly face and laughed at my own reflection in the mirror knowing that I wasn't going to look like that the whole day and also that I couldn't change it, but boy was I right cause this didn't only reflect in my face but also my day, how???
Well my day did change too, from an ugly morning to a beautiful... um rest of the day.
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After my quick morning shower, I put on my briefs [obviously], and picked out my black ripped jeans, a white graphic tee, making sure to tuck in a small part of the front of the top in my jeans and my beautiful black van sneakers, as for jewelry I simply wore a ring and a chain that has a pendant saying 'Bella' and as for hair and makeup, I put up my blackish brownish long African Afro hair in a neat up tight bun and did my edges which is key. Then I wore some lipgloss, set my groomed brows, put on some concealer under my eye, mascara and then some lipgloss, basically.
"Hey mom", I said halfway through the stairs. As I stepped down from the stairs the inviting smell of pancakes made me smile and I smiled even more after seeing a glass filled with strawberry smoothie made especially for moi. I noticed my pops wasn't around, oh and speaking of family...
My family is a nuclear family of four - my mom( Mrs Jannette .B. Vincent ), my dad ( Mr Cole Vincent ), my elder brother ( Matthew Vincent ) and me ( Arabella Vincent ).
My brother Matthew is 21 years old and at college and at his second year which leaves me alone with my parents.
I am a 17 year old of about 5"7 of height, I'm from New York City and I moved to California a week ago cause my dad got posted here and today is my first day at my new highschool - Cherryvile hill highschool and I neither feels nervous nor excited, infact I feel quite normal actually. I grabbed my school bag that was on the ground kissed my mom goodbye and off I went.
My mom had already gone to the school a few days ago to arrange for my admission and seeing as my results were good, I got in easily and my parents payed for all the things to be payed for so today I had an easy task which was to get to school on time, get my books, my time table and stuff from the school and get on with it.
I got into the school in a haste, went to get my timetable and locker key and stuff, on my way to my locker I noticed that the hallway way dividing step by step like it was the Red sea or should I say the Red Hallway and i could already predict what was going on and to my make matters worse I had made an oath to myself that I would never do that unless I was in a chick flick cliche movie and I wasn't so I just stood,there and wishing it wasn't hades or even Zeus about to come out of there.
"Oh shit", I whispered to myself while inhaling a huge breath but still didn't budge. They were closer now but at an instant the 'POPULAR' clique stopped moving focusing on me and at that moment I didn't know what to do but I was sooo not moving to the side so I just stared back and this made the entire crowd of parted students to stare at me but did I care? No, no I did not.
"Hey you, I think you're supposed to move.......like the rest of them", said a blond girl making hand gestures from me to the other students. After a while of no response from me as I am still dazzled at the hallways that was once rowdy and congested and loud now newly organized In two different lanes of parted students and not to mention, as quiet as a grave yard just to listen to where this conversation was going to.
