Pink Motel

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"...And that, my fellow students, is why it is important that you should try and learn foreign languages. Now, for tomorrow, I would like you to make me a spider diagram about different types of foreign languages. Due on Tuesday. Class dismissed." Mr. Ives slowly finished. He tiredly sighed and sat back on his gray desk. His eyes fell and his eyelashes drooped. It's only the start of the day and along with everyone else, including my German techer, I am extremely exhausted. The nasty school bell rang loudly, echoing inside my poor ears. I immediately started packing my green books and colorful pencil cases into my turquoise, large, school bag.

I don't really wear, or have any colorful things, but my cousins got me the bag, and pencil cases, so my mum said it would be rude and mean not to use my gifts. Notifying me that she wouldn't buy me any other ones,I had no other choice but to use them. But I guessed she was right.

Standing up off my tiny, wooden desk, I slumped the two thousand pound bag over my back and with all of my possible strength, I faked a smile and walked down the crowded hallway. As I arrived to my locker, I felt a few eyes burning into my back. I smirked. Opening the metal box, I took out a folder, for my next lesson, and shoved it into my bag. Next, I yanked out another yellow folder, but this time, off of the bag. I slammed my locker door and locked it. The sound of the thin metal instantly created a disruption, and filled the already noisy room. Surprisingly, every single pair of eyes on the hallway stared at my direction. Great. I cleared my throat.

"Guys, you're acting like I killed someone.. Geez Louise." Nobody replied. I started walking towards a different building.

I kept on quickly walking towards my the new classroom, locating it on the school map. Being new kinda sucked if you ask me. I think that if you ask anyone actually, they'll agree. It's not that I hate or dislike school or anything. I appreciated the people who worked in the school, the teachers, who were preparing us for the adult life. They kept trying to help us become successful in the future. So even if they are mean, and nasty, and horrible, and bossy, and strict... They only mean well. It's just that, I dot get why they make you wake up so early in the morning! They tell, you to sleep early and wake up early. Sure, yes that makes total sense, but you just can't make a person fall asleep at eight o'clock. Especially people my age. Well, unless of course those people are really that tired, or drunk, or passed out. Plus, even if that does, in some majestic way work, how are you going to make them wake up at half past six? Not only that, but also if it was a girl, then almost all the time, you would have to make her get up at five thirty. Personally, I wake up at that time, then take a shower, do some simple make up, eat breakfast and drive to school. Don't forget the traffic. School should start at nine, or maybe nine thirty.

Anyways, being new sucked because when you get to a different school, nobody knows you, and nobody really cares about you. Especially in Junior year. Nobody comes up to you and says, "Hey, I'm Eddie, wanna be friends?". Nope, none of that. All you get are some glares, people laughing at you. You're lucky if someone offers you a seat. But I think that I've made it clear that, that doesn't have anything to do with me.

Arriving to my to my classroom, I spotted a restroom close. Perfect. I sped towards the area and got in. The bold, bright lights of the ugly toilet blinded me.There were five sinks, seven toilets, and a space to place your bags. Walking over to that space, I dropped my bag on the floor. Kneeling down to it, I opened a zipper, talking out a nude, moisturizing lip gloss. Moving onto the sink, I looked at the mirror in front of me. Puckering, my lips, I applied some of it.

Personally, I thought the peachy colour suited me perfectly.

I then went back to the empty space where my bag was and knelt down. This time, I took out a small box with a blush, and a bottle of mascara. I guess I never realized what a girl I am! This is what teen girls did in high school movies. They 'freshened up' in the girls bathroom. I gently applied the two products on my skin and lashes. Placing them into my bag, picking it up, and slinging it on my poor shoulder, I strolled out of the stinking bathroom and got into my class. The teacher was sitting on his desk, tracing some papers, and making bundles.