The First Day

I woke up drenched in sweat. Ew, gross. I've been having nightmares all summer about my first day of high school and this one was by far the worst. In my nightmare I had walked into the wrong classroom, which hey was bound to happen right? Wrong. I walked in the wrong classroom and shut the door on my skirt, my totally too cute skirt may I add but I would never be caught dead in. I'm not particulary a skirt kind of girl. But anyways, back to this nightmare. I had closed the door on my skirt unknowingly and kept walking in the room so my skirt ripped off and everyone totally saw my new Victoria's Secret underwear. Victoria's Secret has really cute stuff so I'm sure you're not following me on the whole "nightmare concept" but bare with me here, it gets worse. My crush from like 6th grade, Kaden Hillridge, was in the room and he saw EVERYTHING. It wouldn't have been so bad if he would have given a look of approval, but no. He had a look of disgust. Worse nightmare by far. Well, at least it was only a nightmare. I rested my head back on my pillow and closed my eyes. Beep, beep, beep. My alarm went off. I rolled over and read the time. 6:15. Shit. It's my first day of high school.

Getting ready was a challenge. I mean, this was high school. I didn't know what to wear. Do girls in high school dress all chill or do they dress up a bit. I mean, damn. I didn't know what to do. I went to my closet. T-shirt, t-shirt, t-shirt, t-shirt. Not one nice shirt. All band shirts. I made a side note to myself to start exploring the clothes and stores outside of Spencer's and Hot Topic. Yes, I shop in these stores practically all the time but NO I am not a goth. I don't paint my nails black, have a pasty complexion or where black all the time. I'm just a typical 14 year old girl. I have long brown hair that drops in waves down to the middle of my back and a killer tan year round, props to being an Italian and I have the greenest eyes ever...or so I've been told. I have long legs that make it hard to go jeans shopping and an awkward upper body that makes band t-shirts the easiest fit to the problem. I finally decided on a Paramore t-shirt from their CD "Riot" and some jeans and vans. I walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. My God, I have A LOT of work to do. I grabbed my cosmetic bag and pulled out the usuals. Mascara, cover up and some eye liner. I don't mess with any of that eye shadow and blush and stuff. That's a little too girly for my taste. After I made my face and rechecked myself in the mirror, I gave myself a nod of approval, I mean that's as good as it's gonna get. I headed down the hall to the kitchen to find my mom busy as a bee cooking some breakfast. Bacon, scrambled eggs, some sausage and I think I smelled some biscuits baking in the oven. "Oh, Adalina," my mom said when she first looked at me. "It's your first day of high school. Couldn't you at least wear a normal shirt and not a band t-shirt for one day? What happened to those couple shirts I bought you?" Ugh, she was referring to this God awful periwinkle blue peasant top and two ugly pastel polo collared shirts. Not my taste. Besides, I had sold them to buy The Maine's new album. "Uhm, they aren't really for me, Mom. They're in the back of my closet. I'm sure one day I'll wear them." My mother scoffed and went back to cooking. Wow, only been up for 30 minutes and I've managed to piss somebody off. It was 6:45. Time for me to head to the bus stop. I hated the bus. It smelled. It was hot and there's always that one kid who has a horrible case of B.O that makes the bus ride unpleasurable for everyone. "I'm sorry that I can't eat any of this delicious smelling breakfast Mom, but I'm gonna be late for the bus if I don't leave right now." The next few words out of my mothers mouth shocked me. "Oh, Adalina dear. Come sit down and eat your breakfast. You don't have to ride the bus anymore. I'll be taking you to school everyday and I'll be picking you up. Won't that be great?" I sighed. "Yeah, Mom. Cool, thanks." No, it was not cool. That's just what every 14 year old girl wants, her mother to take her to school everyday..to high school. 7:15. Time to go to school. I jumped into my mom's car. Hey, at least my ride to school was cool..meaning the car, not my mom. Right before school started my mom went through some menopause shit and went out and bought a new car. A 2012 purple Dodge Challenger to be specific. So hey, can't complain about that one. We drove up to my new school and I looked out of the tinted windows and saw no familiar faces. Great. I opened the door and got out of the car. "Bye Mom." "Meet me right here when school gets out. Do you understand?" I just looked at her and nodded. As soon as I shut the door she drove off. I watched her leave then turned to look back at this high school. I took a giant breath. "Fuck me." I walked into the double doors of what I would soon realize was hell, not high school.