Surviving Highschool

Kick-off to High School

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading my story, I hope you like it! I just want you all to know that this is all based off of my freshmen experience and I'll update this when new things happen to me. This tends to happen weekly so I'll update often! I am a freshmen in high school right now so I'll write as I survive each eating day. A pic of my first day of school outfit is up top^

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A faint ringing disturbs me from my sleep. "Shut up" I moan. But the noise just gets louder. I peek an eye open to find that my alarm clock was going off. I silently refuse to get out of bed and just let my sister shut it off.

Me and my sister share a room. We both have beds parallel to each other and in between in a nightstand. There also happens to be an annoying alarm clock there as well.

The ringing gets louder and louder until I am positive the entire neighborhood is up. However, I'm too lazy to get up and press the snooze button. After about a minute of the deafening noise, my brother storms into our room and slams his hand on the clock, nearly breaking it. Someone's in a bad mood.

Why is my alarm clock on anyway? I never set it during the summer... wait. No, no, no, no... is it today? Yes. My brain finally decides to wake up and I realize it is the first day of school. Highschool.

I've always dreaded the idea of Highschool. That is pretty much what desides your future, right? It determines what collage you go to, which affects which job you get, which affects how much money you earn, which basically determines weather you die rich and happy or poor and homeless. And I start off the rest of my life at age 14. Yippie. I've been told I am a very extreme person but you can't tell me there is no true to this.

I roll out of bed and literally drag myself to my desk. I put out all my school cloths for the day yesterday and all my new binders and school supplies are neat and ready to go.

I'm a neat and organized person. Sue me.

My first day of school outfit is a red dress that goes down to about my knees. I have a jean jacket to go over it, and brown Cowboy boots that I got from my grandmother.

I look at my clock. I've got 10 minutes to do my hair. Just enough time. Unlike some girls, my hair is very quick to get ready. It is so thin, up until last year I was told I needed to use a baby shampoo for fine hair just to maintain it. It is dirty blond and can hold in curls or straightened hair to up to 3 days after I originally do it. Yep, that is how fine it is.

Today however, I decide to straighten it. It's simple and makes my hair look longer.

Once I'm done, I look at the clock. Not a moment too soon. It's 6:35 and my bus comes at 6:40. Grabbing a banana for breakfast, I run outside to the end of my drive way.

The bus come almost exactly at 6:40. I climb up the stairs and greet the bus driver. I slowly walk down the isle only to find that I'm the only one there. I take a seat in the front and silently hope that I have some friends in the bus with me.

After a few minutes of starting out the window, I stifle a yawn. I'm exhausted. I read somewhere that doctors say the teenage brain doesn't fully wake up until about 10 am. Somehow, schools must have taken this as "ok, then we'll start school 3 hours earlier than that!" And they wonder why we're failing classes.

I ride the bus down several back raids and dead end streets. A few friends came on but only about 2 minutes before we got to school.

Once I got off the bus, I stare at the school in admiration. Nope, scratch that. More like intimidation. I heard it is like an unwritten rule that upper class men hate freshmen. It's like, "you guys were freshmen once! Chill out!"