✓ | DEAR FUTURE ME

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September 8th

Dear Future Me,

Um, hey? I decided that since it's my senior year that I'd document the chaos of it, and this is the first (I guess you could call it) entry? I don't know, it's like six am and I'm super tired, give me a break. I'm sacrificing my time for us, okay? You can thank yourself now.

You know, if you can go to bed at the end of the day and wake up the next morning, then good for you. Summer always turns me into a night owl. You know, that sounds kinda stupid, doesn't it? You're probably reading this thinking "isn't that just how you live?" And you're right, it is how you live, but sometimes you have those days where you don't want to wake up, like, ever. Or you have those days where you just want to stay up all night looking at memes. There's no in between, I swear.

If you made it through senior year, however, then you deserve a big fat pat on the back. School sucks these days, and you can bet your ass I'm praying senioritis doesn't hit me with a ton of bricks. Chances are it will, but you can't help but hope it doesn't. High school has already beat my ass enough. Let's not look back on the SAT's last year. I get chills just thinking about it.

Sincerely,

Past Me.

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Senior year, aka one of the only things that can tell you "hey, you did it". Everyone always can't wait for when they get to be a senior and finally graduate from school, or "hell" as everyone else calls it. It's something Skye Simmons saw as the next step to freedom. She longed to get away from everybody and make a living for herself. When you're surrounded by the most cliché cliques and just the average dumb shit of high school, you'd totally get it.

To show that she's finally made it, Skye decided a week before school started that she'd document her senior year, writing the highs and the lows then looking back at it years later. She wasn't sure if whether her future self would laugh or cry at these past memories, but that was just something she'd have to find out later.

On the morning of her first day of school, Skye woke up to the ever so annoying sounds of her phone's alarm at six fifteen, the same time she's woken up at everyday for high school. On any other day, this would annoy the crap out of her, but today it didn't bother her so much, and she even accompanied her morning routine with an upbeat tune.

The beat to Mitski's "Nobody" made Skye want to dance like her curly locks did with each pep in her step. Quietly singing along to its chorus as she figured out what to wear for the day. She always liked to dress to make herself feel good, not to impress anyone else. There wasn't even anyone to impress anyway. Skye hoped that could one day change, assuming there was in fact someone out there who could like her for her.

After finishing up her look, Skye ran down the stairs, wearing one of her signature outfits and her hair as curly as ever, clashing with her dad as he had his morning coffee before he had to go to work. "Incoming!"

Her dad laughed as she came down, noticing a bit of a pep in her step today, assuming it had something to do with being excited about her senior year. "You ready for your last first day of school, kiddo?"

"Kinda have to be, don't I?" Skye shrugged. Nobody really liked the first day of school, but since it was the last one she was ever going to have, she might as well be more excited about it than she ever would be.