Daniiii98
I had an amazing plan for my first year at Knights high as a freshman. Step one: arrive to school looking flawless with my beautiful curls. Step two: be prepared to have the most perfect yearbook photo. Step three: absolutely don't look like a total disaster. But karma apparently loves a good joke!
It all starts on Friday, September 22nd, when my eyes shoot up and I realize I slept all the way till 7:25 AM. My bus comes at 7:10, meaning I've already missed the bus on PICTURE DAY!
My morning turns into a total 10x worst nightmare. I'm rolling onto the floor stuck in my blanket, brushing my teeth in a 3-minute rush, and frantically digging through my closet. I plop on a pink shirt that ironically says Summer Bummer on the front, grab my denim skirt, and end up hopping on one foot trying to buckle my mary janes while accidentally bumping my head under my bed. OUCH!
With exactly 5 minutes left, I pop on some ariana grande perfume and sprint down the street with my bookbag bouncing and my curls flying wild in the strong wind. I shout for the bus to stop, but it pulls away right in front of me!
With trembling shaky hands, I have to make an embarrassing phone call to my dad for a high-speed driving rescue ride. But the drama isn't over. When I look in the rear mirror, OH-MY-GOSH-MY CURLYS! They are so tangled and puffy, I literally look like Mia Thermopolis from The Princess Diaries before her royal makeover, and I left my hairbrush at home! Can my life get any worse!?! To make it even more awkward, my dad talks my head off about his own embarrassing high school stories all the way to the parking lot.
Will I make it to my school doors before the final bell rings, or will everyone see how crazy I look?