And Then She Grew Up

Chapter 1

Emily's POV:
"EMY, EMY, EMY! GET UP! GET UP! ITS TIME TO GET UP! IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!" My little sister screams as she jumps up and down on my comfortable yellow bed.

"Sammie get off." I groan as I push her off of me and stuff my face into my pillow. She sighs, gets off my bed and crosses her arms.

"Mom said if you don't get up soon, Connor will have eaten all the food." She informs me. That's when I take a deep breath and take in the smell of cooking. What is that I smell? Bacon?
Bacon.

I sit straight up and walk to my bathroom, only to have a wave of dizziness overcome me making me crash into the doorway and fall and hit my head.

"Owww." I whine on the floor as I rub my temple.

"Wow Emily, I actually think you've gotten clumsier since yesterday." Sammie chuckles. I give her my famous death glare.

"Oh my God. Get. Out." I order venomously, still holding my injured head.

Taking that I'm not in the mood right now, she sprints out of my room and down the stairs.
I sigh and stand up from my fall. I turn on my light. I flinch at my mirror when I see my reflection. Oh God.

I stare at my dirty blonde curls that are a knotted mess, and my huge bags under my hazel blue eyes, and because I'm really lucky, now I have a big bruise on the top of my tan head. Yay. Go Emily.

After debating whether to brush my teeth then eat or deal with it now, I decide to just deal with it and get it all done, so, I grab my toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it and shove it in my mouth.
As I'm scrubbing my teeth, I start to think about this year. This year, I'm going to be a junior. This year is also going to be the year that I change. I mean, sure, I'm liked and all, but I want to be more than that, I don't want to be a goody-goody, this year, its going to be different.

My thoughts are interrupted by my mom coming into my messy bathroom, "Connor ate all the food so you're going to have to deal with cereal." She informs me, "I'm going to work, Sammie and Connor are gone, please don't miss the bus, and be careful," She lectures, then kisses me on the cheek.

"Majwjshajs" I speak with my toothbrush still in my mouth.

My mom chuckles, "I'll see you later sweetie."

I nod then turn back to my reflection and finish brushing my teeth. A minute later, I hear the front door slam shut, letting me know that I am home alone now.

I decide to take a quick shower since I still have an hour in a half until the bus comes. I get my outfit for the day and grab a yellow towel from the closet. I then grab my speakers and plug my iPhone into them. I turn on my music and hop into the shower.

"TICK TOCK ON THE CLOCK DJ BLOW MY SPEAKERS UP." I screech as I wash my hair. After about 3 more songs, I am finished and carefully step out of the wetness of my shower. I go into my room, after almost slipping on my soaking wet floor, to change into my outfit. I put my hair up in the towel to dry and slip into my yellow dress. I grab my silver earrings and my silver necklace. If you haven't already guessed it, my favorite color is yellow. Wow. I'm in the yellow spirit today.

I go back into the bathroom and try to think of a hairstyle to go with my outfit. Think Emily, think. You don't have to call Angie. You figured out an outfit, you can figure out a hairstyle, just whatever you do don't call-

Before I know it, I'm calling my best friend, Angie.

"Hey-o!" I hear her perky voice say into the phone.

"I need your help." I whine, "I don't know what to do with my hair!"

"I'm at your front door." She replies.

"Then come in quickly!" I rush, not really wondering why she was outside of my house, "I dont have alot of time and I still need to do my make up!"

When Angie finally gets into my room, she looks at what I'm wearing and smirks.
"I've taught you well young Emilka." She compliments. I roll my eyes,

"Don't call me that.. You know I hate that name. Now, you need to help me with my hair!" I order. With that, we both squeeze into my bathroom.

After about 20 minutes of us jamming out to some songs and Angie burning herself 20 times, my hair is done. All she did was curl it, but it looks like a hair stylist did it.
If all else fails, Angie could be an amazing hair stylist.

After my hair is finished, I put on some mascara. I make sure its even, then turn back to Angie. I then decide to take a look at what she was wearing.

Angie is gorgeous. She has that perfect brunette hair that is smooth and cooperative, while as mine is a curly mess, frizzy and uncooperative, I don't know how she made my hair look like this. She does her make-up perfectly. She wears mascara and a little bit of eyeliner to make her eyes look bigger. She manages to make it look good on her, where as me, I look like an Egyptian.

Anyways, Angie is wearing a purple dress, a necklace with and "A" om it. Her hair is straight with a white bow clipped in. Her outfit is, wadda ya know, perfect. Yet again, her outfits are always perfect.

"Zayum. You look great." Angie tells me, smiling. I smile.

"Well you do too!" I chirp. She smiles.

"Well, time to go back to Jail Number 1 and Jail Number 2." She mumbles.

You see, Angie and I call the school, Jail Number 1 and Jail Number 2, the bus. The bus.
Just thinking about the bus makes my skin crawl. Not only are there spit balls and paper airplanes flying here and there and everywhere, but the 4 most obnoxious guys in our school ride that bus, one which so happens to be Angie's brother, Dylan. Let's just say, he and I aren't on really good terms all the time. I don't know what I do, but he just gives off that vibe that he doesn't like me, so I don't talk to him. Don't want to get more on his bad side.

"Let's just get this over with," I grunt as I out on my black vans.

As we walk to the bus stop, the nerve starts to kick into my stomach. We start getting closer and closer to the bus stop. If I had eaten something, all of it would have been on the sidewalk by now.
I'm usually not this nervous about anything, but this is different, I'm not going to be known as the goody-goody anymore, and that means I have to be bad, and you see, being bad isn't exactly something I enjoy as a hobby. I would much rather be in the library reading The Maze Runner, or Diverent, but I made myself a promise, and that is to change. That's exactly what I am going to do.. change..... right after I pick up this piece of trash from off the ground.

I bend over to pick up a juice container that someone rudely dropped on the ground, only to be knocked over by a huge rock, or person, or boulder.

"Ow." I mutter as I fall on the ground for the second time today. Hey! At least I didn't hit my head this time!

Angie finally realizes my predicament after talking on the phone with who I'm assuming is Dylan since he is nowhere to be seen.

She grabs my hand to help me up. That doesn't end well because, well, me being me, hits my head on the stop sign. I spoke too soon about not hitting my head again.

"OW." I yell for the 50th time today. I start to rub my head again. Is anyone else feeling a bit of déjà vu?

"I swear Em, just once.. One day could you not trip over air," Angie sighs, letting out a laugh.

"Heh. Yeah. Well.. My capabilites are at a lower standard.." I mutter, scratched at the back of my neck as I notice the most unamusing thing of all time pull up to where the two of us stood.

A big. Ugly. Not my favorite shade of yellow. Bus.

And may the school year finally begin.

HEY GUYS! So I hope you liked my first chapter! I promise it is going to get more exciting. If you want to see Charlie and Angie's outfits here are the links! Thank you Emily for making the outfits and the cover. You're swag. Anyways.. I'll update soon!
-S

Charlie's outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/charlie_first_day_school_then/set?id=128075893

Angie's outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/angie_first_day_school_then/set?id=128105400