Forever Seventeen - To Be Rewritten/Edited

Chapter 4: Trick or Treat?

Chapter 4

Trick or Treat?

　

　

I woke up the next morning feeling happy and energetic. I know what you're thinking, and no its not because of Carter. This morning I was going to do things differently. I was actually going to try to look good for school. Yesterday, I barely had done a thing to myself. All I did was the musts; shower, get dressed (of coarse), put deodorant on, and brush teeth. I did the bare essentials to get ready; I didn't put make up on, or even make an attempt to pick out a nice outfit. I'm surprised anyone talked to me yesterday. What surprises me even more, is that someone had thought I was pretty. I smiled to myself at that thought, then quickly pushed the thought away, remembering the weird head aches he gave me.

It was driving me absolutely crazy trying to figure out why he does this to me. Its not like I can just waltz right up to the guy and ask, "Why do you give me headaches?" No, I certainly could not do that. He'd probably want to have me committed for saying "Every time I try to read your emotions, my head starts pounding like crazy." I mean that's just not something you bring up in a normal conversation. Hell, it shouldn't even be something you should even have to think about, none the less ask about.

None of this should even be happening to me anyways. You know where I should be right now? Curled up in my bed, in my dorm, back home. Still going to college like a normal 22 year old and not stuck in high school with a dude who gives you splitting head aches and a crazy Algebra teacher with a stick shoved so far up her own butt, she will probably poke her damn eye ball out if she's not careful. Just saying. The woman really is crazy.

Remembering I have to see that crazy woman again today, I sigh, feeling a little less happy about going to school now. I told myself yesterday I wouldn't let her pick on Erica, and I won't. Now that I've got to know Erica better it will certainly piss me off today if Ms. Mason says one off thing to her. Second period probably wont go too well. I might get to see the principal again. What fun that will be!

After I had taken a shower, I walk quickly into my room, freezing, with only a towel wrapped around my body to keep me warm. When I get dressed, I throw on a creamy and pink striped, slightly off the shoulder neck sweater, dark blue skinny jeans, and slouchy brown suede boots and head for the bathroom to do my make up. After putting on my foundation, powder, etcetera, I put creamy colored eye shadow on my lid, and on the crease added brown, and above that I put a little white to finish it up. I then lined out my hazel eyes with black eye liner, not too much though, and added a little mascara, and I was done with that.

After blow-drying my long dark brown hair, I straighten it with a flat iron and flipped my head over and sprayed my hair with hair spray for volume. When I was completely done getting ready, I looked at my self in the mirror and smiled. I looked like myself again. No ones going to recognize me today.

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I pull into the high school parking lot, feeling embarrassed of my crappy car, yet again. My car made this annoying clicking sound when ever it would slow down. Hell, it even makes the sound when its speeding up. Lets just say this clicking sound was loud enough to gain attention of the people standing around their cars two rows down. I could see them staring at me and my car and snickering. When my car came to a halt in its spot, I shrunk back into my seat, not wanting to witness anymore of this humiliation.

Its strange how high school effects you. While I was in college, I could care less who seen or heard my car. No one even seemed to care that my car was a piece of junk. They just went on with their business as if they can't hear the loud clicking noise coming from miles away. I guess what high school does to you. Brings back old insecurities, and you become overly aware of the fact that people are judging your every move. I guess the reason why you stop caring in college is because you have a lot more important things to stress over, like exams, and pain in the ass papers. There's no time to judge or worry about being judged.