Monday, 7:00 AM:
Today's the day
First day of school
SOOO happy to be back! (Sarcasm)
Weirdly, I have a good feeling about today, which is never good.
Ok now that i said that, something is very wrong, i feel a pit in my stomach and I'm feeling very stressed about going to school.
Nerves.
Wow, I'm starting to care about school.
Something suddenly interrupts me from my thoughts.
My dad.
"Hey honey, I have to leave early today so jake (Jacob) is gonna take you and Jules (julia) to school" he calmly speaks leaning against my door while wearing his watch.
We have so many nicknames for each other sometimes I question why.
"Ugh I'm not in the mood to drive with jake, he literally is a pain in the a-" I'm interrupted by my dad.
"Viii, language and if you would make time to take your driving test, maybe none of us would have to drop you"
"Ugh whatever, I'll see you tonight for dinner?" I ask.
"Dinner it is, bye v have a good first day" he passes me a smile and leaves the hallway.
I was planning on it, doesn't seem like a good start, going to school with jake.
Don't get me wrong I love my brother but he wouldn't miss a chance to annoy me.
My whole family makes fun of me that I don't have my driving license and jake got his, my whole school year is just random people dropping me to school, that's what I get when I don't take my driving test. I didn't get mine because the time we where offered to get our driving license, I was dealing with everything that happened last summer ugh I don't even wanna talk about it...
I move out of my bed and head straight to the bathroom where I meet jake and his ugly face. (Since we have connected bathrooms)
Ugh.
I ignore his unwanted presence and get fresh for school.
As I search my closet for an outfit to wear today, I spot my light grey kinda puffy sweater. It has these scrunches at the end of the both sleeves and its meant for the winter.
Perfect timing.
I tuck it in my black knee length jean skirt and grab some white shoes with fun stickers I found in my black drawer. After I get dressed I extend my miniature size of a box sitting on my brown wood shelf placed below my vanity mirror and pick out a few rings, they all look similar, thin and gold!
Yes, I'm a ring person.
I look straight ahead at my mirror and just stair. This is the hardest part of my morning, deciding what I'm gonna do to my hair.
Ughhh
You know what, f*ck it. I pull out a straightener and straiten my hair just at the tips since it's already kinda straight. I run my fingers through my hair and rush down stairs for breakfast.
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