Advise

January 3rd

Here we go again, today I go back to school after a very much needed vacation. Gosh, I wish I didn't have to go, I already know where I'm going to college! This just seems redundant and unneeded. All I need to study for is my two AP classes, everything else is a breeze. 

I grab my phone off the charger on my white night stand next to my bed and get up. I stumble to my closet where I pick out the day's jeans, black sweater and beanie. I make my way to my bathroom next where I first look at myself in the mirror. I immediately notice my eyes, bloodshot from the night before. That's what I get for staying up until two in the morning drawing. 

I place my clothes next to the sink on the table and wash my face. The cool water wakes me up, and gives me at least a little motivation to continue getting ready. I change out of the clothes I wore the night before into the clothes sitting on the table.

I then comb my dark hair that barely meets my shoulders. I look to my makeup bag next and put my eyeliner and lipstick on. I turn my phone to find that it was seven thirty, I should have left the house ten minutes ago!

I run downstairs and grab my bag, and a granola bar for my breakfast. 

"Love you Mom! Gotta go!" I call out as I push the door open and run to my car, which has a sheet of ice on the windshield. That's New England for ya. 

I spend the next ten minutes on the top of my hood scraping the ice off the windshield, with my mom yelling at me to get down, saying I'm gonna hurt myself. I will get hurt if I don't get to school on time. I thought I would start the new year off right, not late. 

When finally all the ice was gone, I hopped in the car and sped off. I live around ten minutes away from the high school, so I'm there relatively quickly, making sure to turn down my music while entering the parking lot. Just as I was going to pull into my parking spot, I see it's taken. That's wierd, usually no one takes my spot, not many people actually know I even exist here. I don't recognise the car, maybe its a new student. I go instead to the other end of the parking lot, find a spot and rush into school. 

I get a tardy pass from the office and go to my first period class, English. American Literature to be exact. The only class that doesn't make me totally want to crawl into a gutter. I get in the classroom halfway through class and all eyes are on me. Whispers are scattered around the room and I find my seat quickly. 

"The vacation setting still on there, Violet?" Mr. Thorne scoffs light-heartedly as he walks up to me to take the tardy slip. The tall blonde man takes the the slip out of my hand and places it on his computer. 

"Yeah." I quickly push out of my chest. I hated the attention and just wanted to be left to the back of the classroom by myself. I cross my arms in discomfort and listen to the lesson for the rest of class listening about transcendentalism, something that only caught my attention slightly. 

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, I was supposed to take my vitamins. Apparently I don't get enough Vitamin D so my doctor perscribed me with some suppliuments that are supposidly going to help me, which aren't now because I have forgotten to take them everyday since I got them a week ago. 

"Violet," Mr. Thorne raises his voice, and I look up abruptly. He walks towards me quickly and holds his hand out. "Entering class late and then being on your cell phone is unacceptable. You will get your phone back at the end of the day."

"It's actually-" my voice trailed off as I gave up the urge to explain myself. I hand the phone to him and cross my arms. I have been in school for twenty minutes and already feel like crying, great.

The bell soon rang and I hurried out of the class room. I forget which class I am supposed to go to next, but I feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn around.

"Hey Violet, where were you this morning?"

I turn my head to find my friend, Denver. He is first chair trumpet player in band and also the leader in the play, so to everyone in the school he is seen as 'nerd'.  

"Um... I-I overslept." I manage to say without stuttering too badly. "Sorry, I should have... texted you, or something." 

"No you're all right. I saw  someone in your parking spot." He explains, "I saw them, I think you could put up a fight against them."

"Ha!" I laugh uncomfortably, "you know I couldn't do that... It-it's fine. They can have the spot, I don't want trouble.." 

"Did you look over those papers I sent you?" Denver asks as we both turn a corner.

"No, I'm sorry. I- I've had so much on my mind lately." I grab my front pocket for my phone when I remember that I wouldn't find it there until the end of the day, in five hours. "I will look over them when I get home." 

"Okay, sounds good! They're all really good with public speaking which you've said you need some assistance with. Hopefully one catches your eye." 

"Yeah, thank you so much!" I say. I want to break away and just walk alone, I hate talkative people because it means I have to converse or else I look rude. "Are you going to be auditioning for the spring play?"

"Oh, hell yeah! Are you?" 

"Crew, maybe. As long as I'm not seen or heard. Basketball should be settling down soon, so I should have some free time on my hands."

"How about a smaller role, or an understudy?" Denver asks. 

"Nah, I think I'll stick to being away from any spotlights, or lights for that matter." I answer, quickly walking to the door of my next class. "I'll text you after school and go over homework."

"Alright." He responds and continues down the hall and I walk into my class and find a seat in the back of the class, like always. I sit down and take a deep breath.

Alright, four more classes after this one, you can do this,. You can make it through the day. Just don't worry,  keep to yourself and everything will be fine.