That One Girl

I walked up the stone stairs to the huge, intimidating double doors of this horrible place called high school. The hallway was HUGE with old faded paint chipped blue lockers everywhere. The noise was so incredibly loud, but that was public school for ya.

I shuffled with my papers to find my schedule. I know I know. "It's the first day of school. How do you already lose your schedule?" Well you know what? Some people aren't as organized as others. I'm just one of those people. I walked down the hallway until I found the ladies room. That was always a place of refuge where I could regain my composure. I walked in to find it empty. Thank God. I didn't want any attention at my new school yet. Or at all really. I looked in the mirror and saw a fat girl. Ugh. I was 130 pounds which was light for a sophomore but I certainly didn't feel like it. Everyone's always telling me "you're so skinny! How do you do it?" I wish I could see what they see because I really don't. My outfit was typical me. Typical Amber outfit: low top blue chucks with a short skirt and a long button down navy blue shirt. That's what I looked like pretty much every day. I know that it's bland and boring to wear the same thing every day but it just felt like me.

I redid my natural makeup (foundation, blush, and some subtle lip gloss), found my schedule, and walked out of the bathroom with confidence. I was the new girl, Amber Maine, and this time, I was gonna make an impression.