Suddenly in my densely quiet bedroom, just as I was about combing my wet silky hair in front of my short length dressing mirror, my pink heart shaped alarm clock rang out loudly.
Hearing the repeatedly ringing informing sound, I'd paused at first then coming to the realization for the reason of it I smiled foolishly at no one in particular but myself before I stood up to go snooze it off as it blaring rang incessantly continuously.
It was much of no surprise to me when I saw that I'd woken up a lot earlier than the time I've settled for and had planned to be awake at. Why? It was all because I've been impatiently waiting for this day for quite a very long time now.
Originally, I'd been intending on waking and rising up from bed at 6:40am in the morning but I ended up much awake at exactly 6:00am.
In case, you're wondering why it was all because I was a lot super excited about today and I've been looking forward to this day since like forever. More so, I was finding it hard to believe within myself that it'd finally come and dawned.
The reason that today was all in a light happily very special to me was because it was basically - - - wait for it - - - FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL.
Hi! By the way, I'm Nichelle Olsen and its nice meeting you. I'll be telling you all about myself and life in this point of view so please try to keep and follow up. Okay, where were we? Um, yes! Let's continue, shall we?
Now, in your mind you could be ponLives - g or thinking about what could be so damn interesting about that boring place as a CELL where we have to spend - Six - Cruel - Hours - Of - Our - Lives - each following day five times in a week.
But then, let's face it school is really fun. I can agree with you that going back to the works of school after enjoying much of life during the summer break could be annoying, in adapting, confusing and a whole lot stressful on another level.
I'm talking about it was all back to the: oppressive classes, long notes, hard tests, having to face the really difficult subjects all again, tons of tiring home works, trying to listen and not zone or tune out on the crazily boring teachers again - - - it's just so killing and depressing for some kids.
Growing up as a young child, I liked going to school a lot each or anytime I could which made me a mad obsessive lover of that very place called school. So, yes of course, school resumption had always been an 'oh yes' and 'I'm ready' for me.
Never in my life have I remembered a moment that I'd skipped a day of school since I'd started it. I was always attending and going to it even on the day that I'm awfully cold sick as you might've guessed I still go to it.
Although, you could agree with me that the most thrilling level of schooling was in high school when you're a teenager which his like the best stage of the growth cycle. Like you know, we're young, practical, cool, updated, trendy and you know.
Also, you can bet with me that school is a joyous place to vibe and all that which you can't just stop looking expectantly to go the time when you can.
I mean, it's literally packed with kids your age with fewer adults around so for one you feel secure and at ease, different people, characters, having dramas, cliques, social circles, gossips, fights, stereotypes, competitions, lifestyles, latest news around - - - its just awesome.
Well, I wasn't personally too keen with any of those things as school was actually none of it for me. What I was intrigued a lot about by school where all the classes, lessons, class works, tests and assignments we get given sometimes at the end of the day.
If you're thinking that I'm some weird one sort of a strange kid then you're absolutely very much correct. I'm not just weird or a little strange but, I'M A MASSIVE NERD.
Who also is an addicted, introverted, quietly shy, unsociable, smart and unfashionable bookworm. I enjoy the pleasure of getting my nose stuck in a book every now and then as I loved reading greatly to death.
I let my pale gold hair fall in straight layers down my back when I was done combing it and stood up from the stool of my dressing mirror table that I'd sat on to check out appropriately the clothes I was wearing.
My confession right now is that, I'm not your typical teen queen bee fashion girl. One thing you should know again about me is that I'm not a fashionista but a pathetic FASHION BLUNDER.
In essence, I'm saying that I'm quite terrible in dressing up well enough and lack a lot of fashion sense knowing not which colour of clothing went or blended well with the other. Again, I'm someone who wore clothes that made me feel comfortable and at ease in them not ones that makes me stand out or exude imaginative boldness.
Looking into my full length mirror, I saw myself in glasses like my usual typical fashion less self outfit as I was wearing a plaid and argyle button up shirt that had some white and a blue checkered skirt in loafers brown boots but I didn't get the feeling I get in them.
I was missing and not putting on something that was meant to be worn on until I took out my favourite green woolen sweater from my closet and it did the trick by giving the familiar sense.
{You see what I meant by not knowing blending colours like green, white, red, purple, blue and brown all together}.
Coming back to the vanity section of my dressing mirror table, I just settled for some lip gloss and blusher as I liked to have a light but faint and not heavy makeup worn on my face. You might be thinking that I'm stupid for that wrong move as a girl but I believed and know that true beauty was in the heart or eyes of the beholder.
For the last time, I stopped to access the appearance of my clothes in front of my full length mirror again and I was done dressing up for school. I breathed in then out some air because I really needed it ready and determined to begin my junior year of highschool.
I put everything scattered in my bedroom back at their rightful places and made my bed as my mom doesn't condone dirtiness nor being unorganized as I was now much of in a haste to get to school quickly having something that was really important for me to do.
I picked up my back pack lying idly by my reading desk then put in my chemistry textbook that I've been up studying late last night along with my jot notepad. I took one final look around my bedroom to see if it was arranged well enough before I slunged my back pack over my left hand shoulder and practically skipped heading out of my bedroom afterwards in a blissful mood.