Falling For You Could Be A Challenge {on hold}

Falling For You

Melisa's P.O.V

Beep! Beep! Ugh! I punched my alarm clock until it shut off and dragged myself out of bed only to see my bed hair in a nearby mirror, which I immediately regretted looking into, and groaned.

I grabbed my cell phone and called my friend Shayla, knowing that she'd immediately hate me for ruining my first day of high school outfit with my bed hair.

 The phone rang six times before she finally picked up.

"Hello?"Her perky voice mocked my bad mood that I woke up in.

"I woke up with bed hair," I said into the phone as I opened up my closet to see what she had planned out for me two weeks ago and I immediately wanted to put it on, even though my hair completely was not acceptable for this outfit.

"So?" She asked as if it wasn't a big deal.

I felt like screaming at her for her calmness. "So it's a big deal and it won't compliment the outfit."

She took a deep sigh and caused static on the phone. "Just brush it out good and do what I told you to do in the first place."

I took a deep breath and let it out. "Fine, this better be good," I said into the phone as I slipped on the black mini skirt right away. 

"Trust me, it'll be good," she reassured me as I held it out from my ear to put on the sequined tube top.

"Okay."

"Well, I got to go so I guess I'll see you later."

"Bye."

"BYE!" She yelled into the phone before hanging up.

I snapped my phone shut.

 'It's going to be a long day' I thought as I slipped my flip flops on and walked out my door to the kitchen counter to grab an apple off of it then I grabbed a pen and wrote, on a notepad, a note to my dad saying that I'd be at school.

I hate my dad, he's an alcoholic and goes out to bars every single day and does stuff that only he knows what, but I still care about him enough to write him a note to have some kind of communication.

High School: (aka Later)

As soon as I entered the school I realized that I was no longer in a school that was poor, our high school is rich.

 The lockers were clearly marked whether they belonged to girls or boys. The girls' lockers were hot pink while the boys' were bright orange.

 Actually, the colors burned my eyes because they were so bright. I hope someone sprays black graffiti over some of these lockers; otherwise I might need my eyes checked after a while.

Soft guitar music traveled to my ears and greeted me warmly with a familiar tune, "Falling for You" by Colbie Colait to be exact.

 I smiled since that was my "mellow tune" and all, then headed to my own neon locker 7-777, which was kind of ironic since seven is my favorite number and it's also my lucky number.

I past tons of girls that used to be nerds, but I guess, since this is high school, everyone changes their old look.

 Betty Whitman, also used to be a nerd, stood in front of my locker looking shockingly skinny and when she noticed me looking, she smiled a pearly white smile and leaned in to whisper something in my ear.

"I lost fifty pounds on NutriSystem," she said then when she saw my annoyed glint in my eye, she burst out laughing. "I'm kidding! I just ate good stuff and swam a lot this summer. By the way, you look really pretty, and I love what you did with your hair. Is it naturally curly?"