Chapter 10

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Julie's POV

I am not ready. I have no idea what to expect. I'm already such an outcast, and all people did was have to look at me. How am I suppose to deal with those stares every day? Maybe I'm over thinking. Maybe these people aren't so hard to make friends with.

It was literally the day before school and all theses thoughts were running though my head. The only thing I wasn't worried about was clothes, this school has uniform. I went to a catholic school in America, so I was used to the uniform. In my old school, the girls could switch between plaid skirts or navy blue pants, and the boys wore the matching red shirts with the same pants. But me, I only wore the skin tight navy blue school pants. I HATED wearing the skirts. I stopped wearing them in 5th grade. That's also when I stopped wearing those black school shoes, with those buckles or straps over the top. Yeah, hated those as well, wore a different color of converse every year since then.

My bag was basically just a big brown, long strapped purse. Hard to explain but I hope you get the idea. I was totally out of the back pack phase now that Im in high school. So it's kinda like a cuter version of a laptop bag. It was already packed with my school supplies that I went shopping for yesterday. There were a lot of different things on there.

I stare at the blank outfit I was suppose to wear tomorrow, that was sitting on the floor. I was going to wear some super skinny khakis, cause I never wear anything that doesn't hug my legs. And a light blue, almost white, short-sleeve button down. Not bad, it was better than my old school's uniform. It was almost 9:00 PM. I have to sleep now if I don't want to look like a zombie tomorrow.

The next day

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, aka my phone, I set it up to 6:00 AM which is the time I've always waken up on school days. In America at least. My uncle told me that I should be at school by 8:00 but the morning bell doesn't ring till 8:15.

I get myself out of bed and grab my uniform that was still set up on the floor. Rubbing my eyes, I head to the bathroom. I place my clothes on the counter of the sink, as I put my hair lazily into a funky bun at the top of my head. I wash my face in freezing cold water. After I pat my skin dry and moisturize, I brush my teeth, then I start to do my make-up and hair.

Nothing to much, like said I don't normally wear make-up. But my mom did give me the "ok" to wear a simple everyday look, she's finally letting me grow up at least. I put on some concealer to hide that fact I didn't sleep the whole summer. Some foundation and a loose power is added, so I can hide all my ugly imperfections that I only seem to notice. Next I add a little bit of bronzer, but no blush since my cheeks are naturally super pink and you can still see it through all the foundation. Then I just use a nude color for my eyelids, I line my eyes and put some mascara on top. Sounds like a lot, but really it looks like I barely put any on.

Then for my hair I curl it out, I love the way my hair looks when it's curled cause it's still very long. My natural hair reaches down right above my belly button. Plus, when my hair is curled my ombré seems to POP. I finally get to putting on the uniform. I look in the mirror and actually have some confidence in myself today. I pick up my phone and look at the time 6:55 it reads. Wow it only took less than an hour. 'I could get used to this'. I grab my bag, which is pretty heavy considering the amount of stuff I have in there. I slip my phone in one of the small pockets and head downstairs.

I put my bag by the door. I enter the kitchen and am greeted with a warm smile.

"Oh! Glad you're awake! I was about to go up there and wake you!" He said taking a sip of coffee, while reading from a newspaper.

"Don't worry, I don't think you have to. Kinda nervous. This is good for dress code right?" I asked looking at my self picked outfit. When I looked at the website, I looked at the pictures of the students in their uniforms. None of the girls wore pants, hopefully they won't make me wear a skirt. Omg no way!

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