I was sick and bored, so I decided to make up a new story. As always, I have no idea whether this will continue on or when I'll be able to update. I hope you like this anyways.

Also, I apologize in advance for the awkward switch of present to past tense after the first little section, I know it's not grammatically correct, but I don't feel like fixing it haha.

I begin panicking the moment I wake up.

It's 5:15 a.m. on a Tuesday. The weather forecast for the day is warm, averaging around 74 degrees, and the sky will be clear. At least that's what the weatherman on the radio says. That same radio is blaring, screaming at me to get out of bed. Today is the first day of school. The first day of tenth grade, for me, at a whole new school. Lovely.

I'll be going to Briarwood Octavian Country Day, a snooty private school, filled with equally snooty sixth through twelfth grade Westchester boys and girls. I'd been excited to move and transform myself into someone new, someone who fit in. But how the hell was I going to make myself fit in here in Westchester, New York, land of the rich, beautiful, and perfect?

I was only here because my dad got a promotion, forcing us to move from a nice, small town in Delaware up to this ostentatious town. I'd been dragged away from the friends I'd had since I was little and the only home I'd ever known.

I forced myself to sit up and turn off my alarm, groaning reluctantly the whole time. I rolled out of bed, nearly tripping over my new kitten, which had been an 'I'm sorry for ruining your whole life and moving you away from everything you love' present. I reached down to scratch her ears and walked across the hall to my own personal bathroom to take a shower.

I let myself stand under the warm water and stress about how awful my first day could turn out for about fifteen minutes before turning off the water and stepping out, no more prepared than before. I went back into my room to change into an outfit I'd chosen over a span of two weeks, after several trips to the mall to buy new clothes and examine what the other girls wore. Their clothes were five times fancier, more expensive, and more uncomfortable than what we would wear in Delaware.

I slipped into my clothes and looked into my full-length mirror. I looked vulnerable, like a little puppy, with my bare feet and still-damp hair. I could not look so childish on my first day of school here. So I stalked determinedly back to the bathroom, where I pulled out my new blow-dryer and curling iron and set myself to work.

A good half an hour later, my hair looked pretty amazing, considering that I'd done it all by myself. My long, auburn hair fell in soft waves down my back, my long bangs pinned back with a red flower clip.

My face was still bare, so I pulled out my also-new make-up bag. I tried to remember what the lady at the make-up counter had done as I swept a little foundation onto my skin, following it with smoky blue and gray eyeshadow and stark black mascara and eyeliner for my eyes. I rubbed on my favorite Baby Lips chapstick and a layer of nude lip-gloss from MAC.

I then walked back into my room to look at myself in my mirror again, slipping on my too high to be comfortable navy blue pumps before. My freshly glossed lips hung apart for a few moments as I took myself in. I'd never seen myself as particularly ugly, but I'd never thought I was pretty before until just now. My legs looked extra long and lean with the help of the heels, and my cream-colored lace skirt hung just perfectly on my hips. I wore a glittery silver tank under a gorgeous off-the-shoulder blue and white striped top that my mom had ordered from Europe. I'd been so nervous before, but know that I saw myself all put together, it faded into oblivion. I was starting to see the possibilities.

I put in a pair of red rose-shaped studs and slid on my Pandora charm bracelet that I refused to leave the house without. I grabbed my ASPCA tote bag, another thing I had on me at all times, and filled it with back-up makeup, notebooks, pens, and mints. It should have looked out of place with my fancy outfit, but for some reason, it fit.

I stepped carefully down the expensive, glossy wood steps, making satisfying clicking sounds with my heels. My parents were already sitting in the kitchen, my four year old sister making a pouty face at the table.

My mom tore her eyes away from the magazine she was reading just long enough to glance at me. "Oh, Evangeline! You look gorgeous!"

I smiled tightly. "Thanks, mom." My dad was too busy emailing someone on his cell phone. I looked over at Cassie, my sister, and made a silly face at her. "Why so sad, Cass?"

"I'm hungry!" She said, frowning. "And I can't reach the Coco Puffs! Or the milk!"

I found myself frowning as well. "Mom, dad, she hasn't eaten yet?"

My dad looked up for a moment. "Couldn't you do it, hun? We're a little busy."

I widened my eyes. Yeah, my mom looked real busy reading her celebrity gossip magazine. It took me a few minutes to find the bowls in the new kitchen, but I pulled two out and filled them both with Coco Puffs and milk. I carried them over to the kitchen table and sat down next to Cassie, dipping my spoon in my bowl and taking a bite of my cereal.

"Thanks Leenie!" She cried, stuffing a heaping spoonful of the sugary cereal into her mouth as well. With her mouth still full, she said, "You look like a model."

I smiled and poked her nose. "Yuck, don't talk with your mouth full. But thank you." I watched as my dad got up and left the house, not even bothering to say goodbye. "Are you excited for Pre-K, Cassie?"

She grinned. "Yeah! I've got all of these new dresses to wear, and I already met my teacher. She seems sooo cool!"

I smiled and let her jabber on about how great Preschool would be, thinking to myself that 10th grade might be just as great. Once we were finished eating, I slid our empty bowls into the sink and ran upstairs to brush my teeth one more time and reapply my lip-gloss. My mom told me that a driver was waiting outside to take me to school, so I said goodbye and kissed Cassie on the head before walking out the front door, suddenly so excited I could burst.