Uptown Girl

Ｓｉｇｎｅｄ ｉｎｔｏ ｓｔｏｎｅ

                         I sign my name onto a slip of paper hanging on a bulletin board outside my schools gym, with fresh crisp cursive. Big Mistake.

                         I wake up in a panic. Oh how I missed an alarm blaring through out my room signaling it was time to wake up, because adventurous camping trips, cooling swims, and being slightly tan, was over. It was time to go back to school, and once again return to my true form. A pale, bloodless, ghost.

                         I try my best to put my feet on the floor, before I'm over taken with a dramatic sense of drowsiness. I sullenly walk to my bathroom, take a ravenous shower coating my body with rosey suds, and shaving my Chewbacca esc legs. I step out on pat myself down with a towel. I use a Noxzema blemish pad, moisturize, use some lip balm,apply some lengthening mascara, brush my thick mane, and call it quits.

                           Running my hands through my closet I use my basic white bitch powers to sense out todays outfit. Ah yes, the white vans, butterfly embroidered white tank top, and denim shorts, I pick out each item and slap them on to my body.

                           I wiggle my fingers, "accessory time bb," I say as I pick out a pucca shell choker, a black and white friendship anklet, and a few dainty rings.

                           I pick up my phone to check the time, "thirty minutes," I say under my breath.

                          I grabbed my backpack and slipped my phone into my back pocket. I turned the knob to my room, and slipped downstairs.

                          "Hey sweetie," my mom says, she turns around to face me hair in curlers, a sickly pink robe on, and a signature morning mask on her face.

                          "Ah mom you look like an avocado," I laugh. She replies with a sly grin. "Oh also can we stop by Dutch on the way to school, it would really make my day," I ask while sitting down at the counter. My mom slides a plate of turkey bacon and a sliced avocado my way and replies, "of course just make sure you bring your reusable cup, save," she taps the counter twice, "the turtles."

                         I smile and roll my eyes, as she walks away with a proud grin on her face.
I munch on my breakfast and scroll through Instagram, and Snapchat a few friends. I hear my mom come down the stairs and put my phone down. She's dressed in a baby blue wrap shirt, dark flare jeans and black heels, her hazel brown curls fall beautifully over her shoulders, and her face glows with an almost unachievable glow.

                         "Ready kiddo?" She grabs her black purse and her keys.

                         I nod and we hop into her 2010 Honda Civic. Once we get to Dutch I order , a refreshing lime Italian soda, and take a few sips before expressing to the people working there that they did an amazing job.  We arrive at the school in less then ten minutes, and as I step out the car I'm greeted with the crisp smell of 6th grade Dreams waiting to be crushed, I take a refreshing breath of said smell and scope the crowd for 5 familiar faces. Once I see them I make a curved beeline trying to avoid the other groups of  voracious teens. Once I get there I set my drink down on a nearby rock, and open my arms to each and every one of them, as we jump up and down and create a deafening symphony of screams.

                          "I missed you all so much," Claire exclaims.

                          "We literally saw each other 2 weeks ago," Katie says bending a knee and taking a nice sip of her Starbucks coffee.