I wake up surprisingly early considering I stayed up late texting Dale, he couldn't come over the night before.
I remember that today is the first day of school and butterflies move in slow motion in my tummy, something like anxious anticipation thrumming through my veins.
I take my time with the cleaning up and preparations, I wasn't in any hurry to get to school.
I study my curls in the mirror, I really should look into snipping a few inches off or I could go for the ponytail look.
Well, that's a mental discussion for another day. I dress up in jeans and one of my endless knitted sweaters, my Grammy would have a fit if she saw me walking around in these which would only lead to a shipment of designer, cashmere sweaters being brought over by Rodriguez no doubt.
I make my way to the living room to see my mom fully dressed and coming out of the kitchenette with a tray piled with breakfast things.
"Morning, mom." I greet her, going to help her.
