Society Kills

Samantha{1}

"Sam, it's time for school!". My mother yells from downstairs in the kitchen. My house was verily huge, but not very sound proof.

The third month of high school was just about to start. October 6th marks the third month of freshman year. Homecoming in less than three weeks. I hope I get asked.

I get out of my bed that contains pink sheets and hot pink comforter. I usually don't use pink on bed unless it breast cancer awareness month. I rush to the shower, turn on hot water, and start undressing. I step into the shower. I lather my hair with some expensive shampoo my mom found at the spa we went to last week.

Finally I finish with my morning shower. Since my hair was really long, I had to do something with it. So I dried it, curled it, and topped it off with hairspray. I put on the clothes I put out last night. A white tshirt, Miss Me jeans, and a gray scarf. I put on my Sperry's and head downstairs.

I see my two brothers, my younger sister, and my mom sitting at the table.

"Where's dad," I ask her. "He's still getting ready," she tells me.

I shrug my shoulders and sit at our table that is hardwood with a a frilly table cloth. My mom made us cinnamon rolls. Yummy! Those were my favorite ever.

"How's freshman year so far," my brother, Alec, asks me to break silence. "Good. Junior year?". I ask him back. "Good, is Mr.Matlock giving you a hard time?". Alec asks me. Mr.Matlock was a teacher that had every single Wells kid so far. For some reason, he hates all of us.

He gave my other older brother, Charlie, a bad grade just because his spacing wasn't right. I answered his question by just nodding my head. I finished eating.

Rushing back upstairs, I brush my teeth, put on makeup, grab my bookbag, and rush downstairs. My phone beeps as my friends texted me they were here. I yell bye to my parents and walk out the door.

All my friends and I were in walking distance to each other and to the school, so we walked to school.

"Hey Sam," my friend Natalie says.

I'm followed by heys from my friends Morgan, Kate, Jennifer, Brittany, Abigail, and Kristine.

Morgan was the goofy one, Kate was the over dramatic one, Jennifer was the sassy one, Brittany was the oldest one, Abigail was the bookworm, and Christine was the athletic one. Me, I was the really statistical one and the adrenaline junkie.

We walked towards the school with our North Face backpacks and Vera Bradley lunch boxes. "Guys, Drew asked me to homecoming," the oldest, Brittany, yells to us. We all scream in excitement for her. Brittany was 16 but just a sophomore. She would take us everywhere. When we got home, we head straight to the mall in her sort of big car.

"Did he ask you special," I asked after all the screeches calmed down.

"He brought flowers into my classroom with a sign that said 'Will you be my Dinglehopper and go to homecoming with me' because my favorite movie is the Little Mermaid. He had his face behind the sign and appeared. I cried at stood up to say yes," she explained her story. Drew was really sweet. I hope someone asks me to go. Brittany went to some kind of classes on the weekend so I'm guessing that's where he asked her.

We walk up the hill toward our school. The beautiful Mesa High.