5:45 am.
Here's the thing, time has never really been on my side, so hopefully that would explain why I was up staring at my clock waiting for it to ring just so I can get up and prepare for junior year, but as I wanted time to speed up, of course, it slowed down.
With a groan, I tossed and turned for what felt like minutes, but the clock told 5:45.
I unplugged it and got up.
I wasn't excited. No. I was irritated and I just wanted the day to be done with, like any other person who has done this for the past 10 years of their lives. I zombied my way to the bathroom and hit the light on.
DAMN! I looked like shit. My eyes were puffy from the breakdown I experienced the night before, hair matted, lips dry, skin dry, and breath. Oh god, my breath. I turned on the cold water and splashed my face. And so the routine that would remain for the next 179 days of junior year began. Brushing of the teeth, showering, moisturizing of the body and hair, and lastly my sometimes favorite thing, picking out an outfit.
I grabbed my phone and checked the time 6:07 A.M, good. Time hadn't sped up as I was wanting it to slow down.
I turned on the same playlist I've been blaring for the past month before heading to my closet.
Maybe it was the natural light filling my room, or the sound of Brockhampton, but I was beginning to get in the
"Yay first day of school!", spirit.
I grabbed out of pair of black ripped mom jeans, a grey hoodie, matching bra and panties, oh and socks. Of course socks.
After putting on the attire I resorted back into the bathroom taking a look at my now awake self.
My skin was showing off its golden brown complexion, my lips were now uncrustified with a hint of red, and my hair was now straight state hanging past my breasts. I moved my head from side to side deciding what to do with my look now, and since three songs have played, my friend time was cutting close.
Looking at my phone it was now 6: 21.
I slipped on my converse, slid my phone into my back pocket, made my bed, my light ass backpack, and put on my vanilla perfume, before running downstairs.
I was greeted with the smell of pancakes and cheeses eggs.
"Ooo yes mama it smells good as fuck in this bitch!" I said sitting down before my plate and my mom.
"Watch ya mouth Bea." She said pointing her fork at me.
I'm grown. I don't gotta watch shit.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Your sister is refusing to get up now, but wait till next year. She's gonna have too, but I won't be able to take you today. Is that okay?"
"Yeah ma. May I take the car?" I asked looking up at her real quick before shifting my eyes down to my food, "mom you know, you really put your foot in this today. Is that cinnam-"
"Okay fine."
"Fine?" I asked looking up with a raised eyebrow and I chewed a piece of pancake in my mouth.
"Fine you can take the car, you're sixteen going on se-"
"Really?! Oh thank you thank you! I'm gonna go before you change your mind. Love you ma. Tell Zo I love her too." I said kissing my mom on the cheek before running out.
"Oh Hell Yeah! this gon' be my year."
"I heard that Bea!"
"Bye ma." I said closing the door while simultaneously locking it.
"Oh hell yeah! This gon' be my year." I whispered getting into the car.
*
"Get in loser! We're going shopping." I said aloud to my best friend as she walked down her steps.
"Are we really!?!" Her eyes beamed and her steps grew faster.
"Course not. Now come on."
She got into the car with a sigh. "Do we really even have to go? I mean, we went the first two years, who's to say they need us now? Right?"
"Nah Lee, that's not how it works." I said. Looking at her. Genesis, otherwise known as Gen, stood 5'5, dark skin, perfectly straight white teeth, full plump lips (her best feature in my opinion), natural black locs hanging past her back in curls today, and deep brown eyes.
"You're lame. Where's the chord?"
"No way! You are not turning off my music."
"Bea come on I don't wanna listen to this. Come on!!"
"No! You are not turning off Gus," I turned up the speaker "listen to this. "I wish for cold these flames would smolder, peace runs awfully thin." I sang along to the tune of Moodna, once with grace, well yelled along, which is still considered a form of singing...
"Okay," she nodded leaning back, "Okay. Okay... I can get into this."
*
"You ready?" She asked applying her lip gloss.
"Yeah. Are you?"
"As ready as I'll ever be. Come on."
She got out of the car and so did I, but with a long sigh.
"Let's go shall we?"
So we went. Walking hand and hand into the 4 story hell hole, and that's when I saw him.
6'1, diamond-shaped face, messy brown hair, nearly pale skin, hooded piercing brown eyes, and soft pink but not too pink lips. Oo baby! And he was rocking a black fit with a torn blue denim jacket. Damn he was fine.
I slightly waved, inviting conversation. And what did I get back? A fucking nod. A nod and he hit the corner and entered into a class like I wasn't shit.
A nod?
A fucking nod?
