The Klutz

Chapter Two:Uh-Oh

I woke up the next morning to my brothers snoring. I throw a pillow at him to shut him up and he wakes up like he was just in a horror movie. He screams "Ah!"

When I throw the pillow which means I scream,"Ah!" because he scares me. And then I also fall off the bed with a loud thump.

"Constance what'd you do that for?" He says angrily.

"You were snoring," I say as I struggle to get back up from my fall,"You need to wake up we have school." I say as I let out a final sigh.

"Oh yeah, ten more minutes," he says and attempts to go back to sleep.

"No!" I throw another pillow at him,"Get up!" But he still doesn't budge.

"Fine," I say," Then I'll take up the bathroom all morning."

And I stomp out of my room to the bathroom. Our room is very small two small beds are across from each other. My side has small pictures of L.A. and my bed spread is dark purple with white polka dots. My brother hung up as many punk rock bands, and rapper's posters that he could fit on his side of the wall. His comforter is just plain black. There's also a window in the end wall of our bedroom.

I get to the bathroom. And take a shower. I quickly wash my hair and then get out and dry my hair. My hair is bright orange/red and very curly. So normally I don't ever really do anything with it. I blow dry it and pin it half up with the bow Phoebe gave me. Then I decide to wear blue skinny jeans, with white shirt. I decide to wear a small bit of makeup. A tiny bit of brown eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow that's blends in with my skin, and a little lip gloss. I'm almost done shoes is just the tricky part . I get back to my room so Justin can go shower and try to pick out which shoes. Should I do converse? Vans? Flats? Heels? I go with my tan shiny flats. Thinking these go with everything.

Ten minutes later Justin is done. Showered and dressed. He wears. Black jeans, a deep dark blue V-neck shirt, and of course his leather jacket. My dad says we can't afford to use the car that much so we walk to school.

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We got to school and I swear it looked just like out of a movie. The outside of it was tan. Surrounded by a lot of grass. And all the walls were painted beige, blue and white which I'm guessing is our school colors. Justin ditched me as soon as we got to school to find his class, and somehow as soon as he walked in a girl offered to show him around.

I was totally lost for about 5 minutes trying to find my locker until I found out that it was in the exact same hall and I was standing right beside it. Don't be a klutz, Constance.think to myself. And I say that over and over again in my head.

I try opening my locker with the combination the front desk gave me and it's not working. I try it again. Doesn't work. Try it again doesn't work. Try it one more time still doesn't budge. I notice somebody walks to the locker right of me but I'm too busy trying to open my locker to look up. I try on more time and it still doesn't work! I'm so frustrated. That I just start shaking the little handle thing rapidly. Hoping it will come up.

This time it does budge though and the door goes flying to my right to whoever was beside me.

"What the hell!?" I hear the voice say next to me. Oh crap that was a guys voice.

I look to my right and gasp. Mark Atlin is standing right next to me clutching his gorgeous hair where I probably hit him with my locker. I'm speechless. I don't know what to say. Oh my God did I really just hit Mark Atlin the hottest teenager alive?

"I...uh..um.." is all I can make out to say. I take a step back. And trip over my bag that I put down. I fall backwards and land on my ass.

He sighs and lifts a hand to help me."God it's a good thing your pretty you don't got a lot going for you," he says.