I rubbed my eyes as they quickly opened and closed. I grabbed my glasses off the table and slid them on. Ugh, right I have to Straighten my hair and put on a skirt sadly. I rolled out of bed and opened my closet door where the purple shirt hung and the skirt folded up in a rectangle. I set the two things on my bed I didn't want to wear the outfit nor did I want to do my hair. I looked down at the outfit that was lying on my bed. I had an odd feeling that this was a bad idea due to the fact my stomach twisted up thinking about wearing that. I shoved the skirt back in my closet. I swapped the purple shirt for I chose a black tee-shirt. I grabbed a pair of shorts that went down to my knees. I snatched an elastic band off my bedside table. I walked to the bathroom after putting the hair tie on my arm. I tried to brush my hair but it was so knotted that it was almost impossible to do. I pulled the rubber band off my wrist and slid it into my hair to keep it out of my face. I looked at my appearance in the mirror and still felt un-pleased with the results but it was at least a little better. I opened the bathroom door and walked down the stairs quickly almost tripping at the bottom. I stood next to the kitchen door as the toaster shot the toast up for my mother to grab causing me to jump back a little. I regained my steps back and stepped forward into the kitchen feeling oddly confident as I see my father isn't in here yet. My father, Wentworth Tozier walked in drinking his morning coffee, he looked up from the paper as he sat down and said "Please go change Rachel." I looked down at my outfit and wondered what was wrong with it. "Why?" I asked as polite as I could. He just looked back down at his paper with very clear distaste. I looked at my mom, Maggie Tozier who was putting butter on the toast. I made questioning look to further show my confusion. I sat down diagonally from my dad to avoid an awkward staring contest between us. My mother walked over and set the plate of toast down in front of me causing me to look down at the plate. I quietly ate my toast, the only noise in the room was our almost silent breathing. I looked up at the clock knowing I had to get on the bus soon. I read the time and realized that in a minute or two the bus would be here. I got up and set the plate next to the sink "Got to go, bus is almost here." I ran out the front door with my bag. I took a deep breath and slowly started heading to the bus stop. As I walked I began to question myself and why girls hated the sight of me so much. I felt excluded from the girls in my grade and connected to most of the boys in my grade. Maybe if I were more like them they would like me. I snapped out of it when the bus stopped on the street in front of me. I stepped onto the bus and felt eyes on me, judging me. I see Stan wave at me and I went and sat next to him. I still felt like I was being watched and judged. I looked at a group of girls on the bus were all looking at me and laughing. They were all wearing dresses and frilly skirts.
Imagine if I wore that...