~First things first I'm the realist~
My phone sang signaling I needed to wake up sooner or later. It was the first day of school. And that means I need to look extra-presentable. I looked down at my phone 4 AM. I needed to get over to school fast. Before my mom woke up. She's been really on my case lately. I don't know why. It's not like I hold some key to some closet that holds everyone's secrets until the end if the year. Oh wait... Yup that's what I'm doing. Riding my bike all the way down Sugar Rd to open up the closet. Ya see, the first day is always different. The closet's open all day. Therefore, I need to be there early to open it.
I threw on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt to ride down in. I ran out the door with my hair in a pony tail and my glasses on. I made it to Wind street and made a sharp turn onto Chocolate Rd. I live in Hendersonville. Bet you don't know where that is. It's on the outskirts of New York. The suburbs actually to be precise. But who cares. I'm 17 I'm not precise anymore at all really. I could care less.
I threw open the doors as I knew they would be open by now since the custodians are always on the back courts sweeping. Luckily that was in the opposite direction the I was going. I was going to the South Halls all the way to closet 3B. Where I Knew the bulletin board would be waiting patiently for me to come and look at. I unlocked the door with a click. Looking to make sure no one saw me, I darted inside. And there. On the left of the door, was the bulletin board. All bare and with nothing on it, was staring at me. I dusted it off. And quickly darted back outside and dashed for my bike. By now it was 4:20 and I still Wanted some sleep. When I got to Wind street, I was basically speeding. I wanted sleep and for my mom not to wake up. Luckily I got inside and my mom was still asleep. I quietly creeped upstairs and back down into bed hoping to get an hour.
~First things first I'm the realist~
"Sicily!"
"Get your butt out of bed."
"Sicily do you not hear me?"
"I've been calling you for the last twenty minutes." Mom yelled.
"No mom I've just been ignoring you. A beauty needs her sleep." I joked. She just laughed. I threw back the covers and pranced over to my bathroom. Ya see, I actually like school. Seeing all the new faces, especially on the first day.
I Jumped Out of bed And Took A shower when I Got Out I Brushed My teeth and put on my makeup which consisted of a little foundation, some eyeliner that was brown, a little mascara and some chapstick. I did my hair straight and put on my clothes.
A black and floral dress with white converse. Ah junior year, I'm so excited. I really was. I wanted to meet new people and experience new things. I couldn't wait.
When I got to school everyone was hugging and high fiving. The football team was together. As we're the cheerleaders. And once you walk into those doors it was like a mad house. Everyone was everywhere. People yelling and screaming, people jumping off the walls and hanging from chandeliers (well not literally but you know what I mean) I was so excited. These were my kind of people. Girls we're hugging all their friends. And then I get a tap on my shoulder. "Jessica!" I shouted.
"Sarah how are you!" I asked.
I jumped up and down as I saw my bestfriends.
And then I saw him. His brown quiffed hair. His sparkling brown eyes. And his olive tanned skin. His height was perfect his clothes were perfect his face was perfect, ...was this a dream? He winked at me. Oh gosh he winked at me. He had dazzling earrings. Just everything about him seemed perfection.
And that's when my day started to go wrong. Because in that moment as we had eye contact. Someone grabbed me from behind and threw me into a closet where everyone was standing. Closet 3B and there on the wall were the words "Sicily is a virgin."
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Closet 3B
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