Outcast.

INTRODUCTION:

 I climbed out of bed, by the usual sound of a knock of the first on my bedroom door.

"Thanks, mom," I call. 

 I look for an outfit, for the first day of school. I have to make a good impression. I grab a shirt I had bought just yesterday. It was cheetah print, and you could see through it. Not enough to tell what colour bra I was wearing, but enough to tell that I was wearing a bra. I got a navy blue boob-tube, and grabbed leggings that went to my ankles. I took my black toms, from under my bed, and slid them onto my petite feet. I nails were perfectly done, and my hair was perfectly straight. I can't wait to get to school, actually. I have a good vibe about this year, already.

 "Samantha, let's go, you're going to be late," mom called from downstairs. I grabbed my bag, and took one last look in the mirror, before leaving. The ends of my lips curl into a small smile.

"Perfecto." I whispered to myself.