The only way

The first day

Waking up in the morning is something that i dread every single day, but not today.
I cant believe that i will be starting ninth grade. Like when did i actually grow up so fast?
There will be a bunch of kids, some too mature for their age while some with tingy features.
I woke up pretty early, with the soothing alarm tone, my mother was making pancackes.
I got dressed and put on some mascara with a hint of lip gloss.
Like seriously, who did i think i was going to impress?

I certainly didnt have the type of body , boys like.
I was a late bloomer.
While my mom screamed at me for coming downstairs, i rushed down and saw that my brother was already at the table. he seemed to be acting wierd lately.
I called up my best friend, Lily to ask her to meet me at the front gate of the school in 15.
My school is just like right next to my house.
Sometimes my mom actually comes and checks on me in the middle of the day!
Anyways i finished my pancackes and fished some books and my cell into my bagpack.
My mom wished me good luck. as if i ever have any.
As i shut the front door and stepped onto the porch, i could see millions of kids swarming on the big red school entry door, and thought , "how would i ever find lily?"
I texted lily "reached?"
she immediatly texted me back "yeah, but i cant find you bebe"
arghh, she still had the habit of calling me bebe!
and then i spotted her, wearing a yellow tunaic she was staring into her phone, looking for something.
i raced to her. we entered the school building,
taking note of our timetables we noticed that we didnt have any lessons together except for science.
miserable, i wished her luck and strood out of the hall.
entering the class ,the bell rang for our first class.
taking a seat at the back, stretching my legs i waited for my hindi teacher to arrive. taking out my abundance of katherines, i began to read under my desk. since chidhood,reading had become a pleasent past time for me.
going to imaginary places which you can only dream of and where everything is right in the end was so easy.
My other friends thought more about how to get popular and the gossip of the school more than opening a book.
A small, thin and wearing a yellow suit our new hindi teacher arrived.
The thing was that i hated hindi. Not understanding anything of it, it was like a reading period for me. I put my book inside my desk and continued reading, not paying attention to what she was saying.
Immersed in the main plot of the book, i read until i sensed someone standing on top of my head,breathing heavily.
Trying to stuff the book inside my desk as soon as possible i turned around to see my teacher there. She looked as if she was going to explode. Think about a tiny little mouse trying to grow bigger and bigger. Ya, and you get the perfect picture in your mind.
We actually stared at each other for a whole minute in hatred.
She put her hand in my desk and reached out for the book, i and looked at her in complete disgust.
Taking the book with her she slammed it onto the teacher's table.
Thinking i would get it back after the period ends, i actually paid some attention in her class.
She was talking about some play or something.
Rubbing my temples, I looked at the new kids in out class. they were barely paying attention, many of them were even looking at the football match happening outside.
Why cant she scold them,huh?
So much for first impression .
The bell rang and i raced out of the class asking her for my book back.
She was like why should I return the book to you.
I actually pleaded her for the book, only because it was lily's. she walked away and im like "why doesnt someone kill me, i would be happy enough"
Jé déteste ma viè.
Now how would i explain this to lily?