"OK, I GET IT!" I turn over, and cover my head with a pillow to try to blockout the terrible sound of my alarm in my ear.
"Fine, I'll get up." God, why do I insist I wake up at 5:30? I know why, because my mother said so. I get up and look in the mirror, seeing my hair in perfect curls at the end. There's not a hair out of place. I tie up half of it with a pink ribbon. As I slip off my night gown, I look in the mirror staring at my body. "Oh my god, I'm literally so fat. I shouldn't have had that extra biscuit last night. I wonder what I weigh?" I walk over to my scale and step on it. I gasp. "117??? No, this thing must be broken. I wonder if anyone will notice? I mean I could always wear a corset. No, that wouldn't work. GOD DAMN IT!" I head over to my closet to get dresses "No, too slutty.... No, too pilgrim... That's too motherly... Way too much of my mother..... Perfect!" I slip a white dress with a light pink sweater and the clasp is in the shape of a golden bow. Perfect.
I hear a knock at my door.
"Coming" I say hastily. "Chad, what do you need?"
"I came to walk you to class?" He responds. I don't have time for this today. But its better he do than me walk alone. What would people think?
"Ok. Let me get my shoes." I go slip on my pumps and we head out the door. About half way down the hall I feel something touch me and shivers ascend up my spine. I see Chad touch my ass. "CHAD, STOP!" I say angrily. He does it again. "CHAD, IM SERIOUS. STOP." I say, angrier than before. I see Stella and change up my tone quickly "Oh my god, Chad stop" I say in the fake, giggly tone "Chad and I were just talking about our yacht trip with fairy god-" I get cut off.
"Whatever." She says in an annoyed tone. Great, she hates me just as much as I hate her. Why is she always sulking, can't she sit up and use proper manners for once? She is always so rude. God, I have the worst migraine. At least we have English first period, its my favorite class.
"Bye, babe." I say as I kiss Chad on the cheek, and walk off. I make it to English and sit in the front row. I don't pay attention the whole class though, dozing off during the middle of the lesson.
The bell rings and I feel a sort of relief. Finally, A break! I need some Advil. Or maybe adderall.
I begin to neatly gather my books, till the teacher says..
"Oh, you have a group project; your partners are on the board"
Great, just what I needed right now. To have to work with some loser.