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1.1 First Day

August 1, 2016

I never thought my first day in 7th grade would consist of my annoying alarm and my mom screaming her ass off to wake my sleepy ass up. I always thought it would be sunshine and all that crap they make up in movies but nooooppeeee and I can confirm that. They lie.

And that picture perfect hair that you don’t need to comb? Lie. Or that bed that you don’t need to fix? Lie. They’re all lies man. I can’t believe I used to believe them when I was six.

I groaned as my alarm yet again annoyed me ‘til I woke up. I swear to god if I don’t value my phone, I would’ve thrown it across the room like two hours ago when it started ringing since 3 AM.

I really have trouble waking up so I have a hobby to set the alarm before the time I actually have to get up; hence, why the 3 AM onwards alarm even though I don’t get up ‘til 5 in the morning.

I rolled out of bed, eyes half-closed, falling on the floor with a thud. And if only my current position isn’t uncomfortable, or if I had a pillow, I would go back to sleep.

I hesitantly got up and walked out of my room like the zombie I am. I hate mornings and I hate it even more because it’s the morning of the first day of school. Worse, it’s my first day at my new school. I really hate this.

New school means no friends and I have to start over. It’s not a fresh start, it’s a miserable start. I don’t even know how to deal with humans, how am I supposed to make friends?

I’m only thirteen for Christ’s sake! How am I supposed to be out there and make new friends when I don’t even know how to make my own breakfast?

It’s only 5:30 but the kitchen is a huge mess already. Apart from my first day at my new school, it’s also my sister’s first day at uni and her classes start at 8 and she still has an hour ride to the next town.

I have a thirty minute ride to school, on a car and it takes twice as that if I walk or use my bike so I have to get up early.

It also takes me an hour to get ready for school and no, I’m not the one to pick my clothes for thirty minutes I just... take so long on the bathroom. I’m still a girl and I have my hygiene to keep up with okay?

Okay that’s a total lie, I sleep in the bathroom and I don’t wake up until my parents bug me that I’ve been on there for too long.

Today is just any other day when it’s a school day for me, I wake up, eat breakfast and spend forty-five minutes in the bathroom, fifteen of which I spend getting some more sleep.

I laid my forehead on the table, waiting for my mother to place the food on the table before getting up to get a plate. It’s not that we need to, but my mom insists on eating rice for breakfast.

I prepared my milk and gulped down the food in front of me right before my sister finishes her bath. Dad drops her off at the bus stop before dropping me at my school. I doubt things will change even if I switched schools already.

How to take a shower as fast as possible? Don’t even try to ask me because I’ve been here for three minutes and I’m just staring at myself. I can’t even sleep. It’s like sleep miraculously left my body.

I turned the shower on, not stepping in just yet. I’m not suicidal; I won’t throw my body on freaking cold water. It may not even be that cold but when my nerves are asleep, everything is cold.

I starched for a bit before stepping under the shower head, screaming as I felt water hit my skin. It wasn’t cold nope, I was just dramatic.

But does cold water stop me from taking my sweet and precious time with my shower? The answer is no, of course not. I am a strong independent woman who likes to take long showers and hates people.

After thirty minutes or so, I stepped out of the bathroom and was greeted by angry parents who couldn’t wait to take a shower after me. I’m sorry but I love long showers and not even my parents can stop that.

I didn’t have to pick out my outfit since I have to wear a uniform ugh. If I had a choice, I would wear sweatpants to school. School uniforms are uncomfortable to wear and I don’t like skirts.

I powdered my face and added a bit of lip gloss because man my lips are dry it’s not a very good look for a b=first day. If you’re gonna act like you hate the rest of the world, at least look decent.

My school outfit is done except for my ID because they haven’t taken the ID pictures just yet. All I have is this piece of paper they gave me to show the guard so that he’d let me in.

I wore my earphones and blasted out Day6’s Congratulations, a sign that I have good taste and that I don’t want to talk to anyone.

I sighed as I drifted off to sleep, thinking about the possibilities that will happen at my new school. I hope I can make new friends. Even though I don’t like human interaction, it’s nice to have someone to talk to once in a while.

***

Dad woke me up when we were in front of my school. It was only 6:45 which means I still have time before our opening program at 7:30.

I left early before our room tour last Saturday so I don’t know where the heck my room will be. I hope my seniors will be nice.

I awkwardly walked up the stairs and saw everyone having fun. And it seems like everyone knows each other but me, great. What an amazing way to start your first day, Kaelin.

I shyly approached an upclass that I saw last orientation, putting my bravest and nicest face on.

“Uhm hi? May I ask, where’s the room for Class One for the seventh grade?”

Thankfully she wasn’t a mean bitch and pointed to the room at the end of the hall.

There were a couple of people and I guess I was one of the few first ones to arrive. It seemed like you can sit anywhere you’d like so I sat at the last row, next to the wall.

My earphones were still on and the song that’s currently playing is Hopeless Love by Park Jimin. Great an emo song that’s making me feel things I’m not supposed to feel.

I sighed and pretended like I already had unrequited love. Pfft, as if that’ll happen. I doubt I’ll find guys attractive in this school.

People were starting to fill up the room but I still made no move to converse with others. I’d rather be a loner than make a fool out of myself.

Little did I know, I’ll soon be friends with these typical wannabe queen bees. I mean I was already friends with them because of this group chat I was added into but I never wanted to talk to them in real life.

It wasn’t until a fake biatch approached me and recognized me. If being fake is what‘ll get me through the first few weeks, then I’ll take it.

Thankfully, the bell rang signaling that we all should head to the auditorium as soon as she said ‘Hi’ to me.

I wasn’t gifted with height so I was one of the few girls in front. Great this will mean I’ll be in the freaking front row. Just what I wanted.

I just hope this day goes by pretty quickly.