Sophomore Red

HOMEROOM

At 7:00 am. my alarm went off signaling the start of the new school semester. I reluctantly crawl out of bed and head to my bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth, plopped a clay mask on my face, and shoved my hair into a shower cap before shedding my clothes and hopping into the shower. Fifteen minuets later steam followed me out of the bathroom, I quickly got dressed in my school uniform; blue plaid skirt paired with the schools sophomore red polo shirt, the schools symbol of a white dove in a gold circle of leaves is embroidered on the left side of the shirt and on the right sleeve. The red polo shirt pulls the red accent color out of the skirt making it more vibrant than it usually is. The gold honor student crosstie completes the uniform.

The school in an effort to recognize which class each student belong to color coded each year, white, red, green, blue. Red in my opinion is the best color of the four. Pins four government and patches four sports are assigned to each student in their respective clubs. Ties are also color coded for the class you are in class one Black, class two black and white, class three black, white and gold, and Advance placement classes have gold ties.

Sitting in front of my vanity I took in my appearance. My wild dark brown curly hair frizzed up over night and is now standing at different angles. I grabbed my curl tamer and lathered it on to my head. Forty-five minuets later my hair is slicked back into a high pony tail, red highlights now visible among the brown strands. It took time to get use to having red eyes however I'm still not going to march around in public looking like Draculas Queen. My mom and dad is kind enough to understand the dog eat dog world of high school and got me fitted for blue full coverage contact lenses. My grandfather born and raised in Ireland had eyes bluer than the skies above. He past on that gene to my father who passed it down to me, that is until the stupid fever somehow caused my eye color to change to red. It is 8:05 am when I went down stairs, humming a tune and skipping to the beat of my marvelously good mood.

"See ya later princess sparkle butt." My dad called out as he rushed out the front door briefcase and cell phone in hand.

I pulled back the might of my teenaged angst and managed to not flip my dad off. A chuckle traveled through the cracks of the closing front door as my father makes a hasty exit. I hate that name, I hate it so much. When I was a little girl I ate pink glitter glue because I was curious if it tasted the way it smelled. Five tubes of glitter glue later my mom is in hysterics as I sit on the toilet pooping out pink glitter colored fecal matter. My father amused by the whole situation never let me forget that day.

The smell of bacon and eggs chased away my annoyance with my father. Today is the official first day of my High School/college life. Due to further complications caused by the fever I wasn't able to attend school. But now that everything is squared away I can attend High School with my two best friends with no issues. The most exciting part of this new school year is the fact I get to drive my new car to school.

"Good Morning! Kay, running a bit late today?"

I sat at the table as my mother put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me followed by a bowl of oatmeal with strawberry and banana chunks and a glass of milk. She is dressed in her usual attire dark green scrubs she had tailored to her shape. My mom hates ill-fitting clothes. All my clothes are tailored because according to her philosophy you gotta look your best in order to feel your best so can be your absolute best.

"My hair did not want to be tamed today." I grumbled sourly.

"I've told you many times you have to moisturize your hair every night before you go to bed"

My mother chucked and smoothed back the few baby hairs on my forehead that refused to lay down. Even though my parents are extremely busy medical professionals. I've never felt second to their work. Little moments like this I think counts quadruple.

"Your dad had an emergency meeting at the hospital today and I have a fitness consultation with an athlete who tore his knee, followed by a meeting with a gymnast who is recovering from severe hip dysplasia. Poor girl might have to hang up her leotard."

"You won't let her though. If anyone can get her jumping through hoops again it's you." I chimed in with a mouth full of oatmeal.

"That is not how gymnastics work." My mother kissed me on the cheek before grabbing her stuff and exiting the front door.

I finish eating breakfast, grab my school bag, and walk out the door locking it. My most prize possession, a Porsche 911 awaits me in the driveway. I pull into the campus grounds, snagging the last decent spot in student parking. My parents got me the handicapped sticker but to my chagrin all the spots where taken. I waved apologetically at the guy driving the hummer and dashed towards the office. First bell rang 2 minuets ago the late bell will ring in about 3 minuets. I slid into homeroom seconds before the warning bell sounded off. My best friends Sariah and Zoe mouthing "safe" as I enter the class room. Sariah has blackish brown curls that glow auburn in the light of the sun. She has a model figure and a very bright personality. Zoe is of Spanish decent. She has brown, naturally wavy hair, and light brown eyes; she is naturally beautiful, but very sarcastic.

"What does your schedule look like?" Zoe asked

"Do you really want to know?" I raised a curious brow at my friend. She knows I am in advanced courses there is little chance we will share a class, unless maybe conversational Spanish?

"First period CL Biology, Second Period CL Calculus, Third Period Senior Lit, Lunch 12:15-1:00, Fourth period Conversational Spanish"

"Why are you taking a senior course?" Sariah asked

"It was either that or an elective. Electives make no sense to me I don't care to learn how to use a crock pot. My mom is a freaking nutritionist."

"Really I thought she is a physical therapist that specializes in sport medicine." Sariah back talked me a teasing smile on her face.

"Look here lady..."

"Who cares!" Zoe interrupts our banter with a wave of her hand "We all have Conversational Spanish. You should thank my grandma for forcing the two of you to learn."

Sariah and I rolled our eyes.

Mr. Gunnery clears his throat and gave the three of us the stink eye. "Homeroom has begun ladies save your conversations for a later time"