August 2019...
Good morning world, I sarcastically say to myself as I wake up to the sound of my alarm, my eyes stinging from the sun's rays shining through my glass window. After silencing my phone, I look at the calendar, only to remember what today is: The first day of school.
After breaking away from my thoughts, I slowly wake up and begin to make the bed, my eyes threatening to close any second. After 5 min or so, I trudge to my bathroom to take a closer look at myself in the mirror. My dark hair looks like a mini bird's nest, my dark brown eyes are glassy and hollow-looking, and my face looks puffy. A part of my shirt is up, revealing my stomach.
You know, I wish I could just sleep for an entire day without anyone interrupting. That'll work some real wonders.
After brushing my teeth and taking a shower, I wrap a towel around my body and begin walking to my walk-in closet, when a shrill voice began to call my name. "Kanna, 8:15 aizhuthu (it's 8:15)! Come fast!" My mom yells, her voice booming across the hall
"Varen (I'm coming)!" I yell back, running like a maniac around my room trying to get ready.
Not having any time left to lose, I immediately pick out my favorite pair of black jeans and a white embroidered off-shoulder top. After making sure my outfit is put-together, I grab my hairbrush and run it through my hair. And as you can tell, when you sleep with your waist-length hair open and run a brush through the plethora of tangles,
It hurts like hell.
After holding back some tears, I put my hairbrush down, leave the room, and run down the stairs, trying to avoid falling on my face as I tie it in a side braid.
I reach the first floor, where the delicious aroma of garam and noodle masala fills my nose. I look inside the kitchen to see my mom making some pasta.
My mom must have heard my stomping because she turns around, giving me a look of panic. "PO! Perumal valakku yethu (Go! Light the candles at the shrine)!" I go to the Perumal mode, where I clap two times and open the door.
Eh, whatever. As long as it makes my mom happy.
God, if you're hearing this, please don't give me a crappy day.
Considering the small amount of time I have, I run to my pantry to take out some Nutella, and I cook a piece of Roti, and I make a roti roll and stuff it into my mouth as I go to put on some mascara and lip balm.
"Okay Ma, I'm ready," I assure her as I put on my sandals, my mom keeping an amused expression the entire time.
"Chew, kanna. You look like a squirrel." I raise an eyebrow at her and begin to chew, my mom giggling insanely and she playfully pokes my cheeks.
"Stop," I whine playfully as I open the garage door and she follows me to her car.
Although I can drive and I have a license, my mom drops me at school, because I'm still in the process of choosing "the one".
And also because she doesn't trust me driving yet.
I mean, I totally see why. When I first drove my dad's car, I accidentally hit a light post.
But that's a story for another time.
After 5 min or so, I arrive at school, stopping right in front of the school sign. After going to the parking lot, I get out of the car and say bye to my mom before walking towards the front entrance.
My school, Royalwood High School, is a pretty new place. It opened in 2016, right before I started eighth grade. And you can tell it's new. With giant glass windows and a brick finish, the sunlight just soaks in.
I really like the-
Oh, wait. Someone is here!
"WASSUP," someone from behind says, the deep-ass voice immediately giving it away.
"WASSUP," I say back to the person before she comes to my right side.
Wait a minute, I didn't even tell you who this person is.
Let me give you an introduction to my favorite person in the world: Vinita Manoharan.
Vinnie and I have been friends since kindergarten, but looking at us, it's hard to tell. We're like the North and South poles, yin and yang, chocolate and parmesan, strawberries and balsamic-
You get the point.
Vinnie may seem adorable and innocent with her big eyes and giant smile, but babyfaces definitely hide the most personality. Honestly, if I didn't know her, I'd probably be scared of her. But she scares people for me, and that's pretty helpful for someone like me.
"You ready?" she asks, and I shake my head in response. Vinnie cackles and says, "No, same. Bro, I heard we got Callahan for APUSH."
"Thank God," I say before continuing, "I heard he's really good."
"He better be. I already hate History," Vinnie complains as she adjusts her dark green crop top and fixes her hair.
"Shut up. You're so good at History. I don't think you've gotten a single B," I argue as she rolls her eyes.
"Eh, I mean I may be good at it, but it's my worst out of all the subjects."
"Says the girl who's ranked in the top 5%."
"Says the girl who's NUMBER ONE," Vinnie quips, making me raise an eyebrow.
"You want a microphone? I don't think the whole world heard that," I scold her as she chuckles.
But before we can continue talking, someone taps my shoulder from behind me.
Huh, I wonder who that is.
The person taps again, but I still have no idea who that person is. Vinnie is looking back with a little smirk, but she's not saying anything.
After tapping again, the mysterious person finally loses it and says,
"You're so mean, can't you at least say hi?"
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