An Apple iPhone dock gives out a blaring alarm as I roll over towards the right side of my queen bed, newly awakened, to hit the sleep button. I reach and press a few buttons, hoping to turn it off, but settling with it being changed to play Blink-182. I yawn and pull the covers down to my neck to crack a peek at the time. 8:31 a.m., I pull the covers back up as I realize this is my last chance to sleep in.

Tomorrow is September first, my first day at my new school, even though i'll be attending Pendleton Ward High School for my sophomore year, I feel like a kindergartner going to school for the first time. As the anxiety about school lies in my chest, I feel it leaving as fast as it came when my favorite song "All The Small Things" comes on. As I listen to the lyrics, I realize that school is also a new opportunity for a relationship, something I've never before had. Of course I was pretty much a loner at my old school and only had ever been asked out to a movie by some blonde kid a year younger than me.

I thought I was decently pretty. Not super model looking, but cute. I have tall cheek bones with a couple freckles leading from orange-red hair ( yes, it's all natural) to medium width shoulders and a pair of 34b breasts held in with a red lace bra. Below that is where I though the worst of, my stomach was far from fat, and I didn't have a muffin top, but was decently sized, to where you could "pinch-an-inch" of fat. Further down I wore a pair of pink panties surrounding my decently sized buttocks and, what I though to be larger-than-average thighs, and small feet. I roll onto my stomach and bury my face in my pillow as I hear my mom yelling to me from downstairs.

"Flamina! Come on honey, your fathers already left and you need new school clothes" yelled my mom.

I slowly sit up and yell back "Okay, let me jump in the shower first though"

She doesn't answer which I usually take as a yes. I get up, yawn, and check my phone. I almost thought I had a missed message until I realized it was just an update for Candy Crush. I pause my music, which now was playing a track from Sublime I hadn't heard in forever as I walk to my bathroom. My family has always been higher class, my father a lawyer for his own firm, and my mother a dentist, so we always had bigger houses and more luxuries. I especially like this new house because of the bathroom inside of my very own bedroom. The house also had a good view being on a hill, and with three floors, four bedrooms, and four bathrooms (including my personal one) you can't go wrong.

Both of my parents decided that between schooling, work, and the community, I would be better of in a small New York town named Carthage than in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. And I can't argue with them either, all those perverts and adult toy stores, its really not a adolescent-friendly place.

I undo the clip on my bra as I take it off and discard it on the floor, then pull down my panties and push then both into a corner to take care of when I get out of the shower. I turn the hot-water knob to its highest setting and wait until I see steam rising from the shower to get in. I step into the steaming hot water as it envelops me with a moan. I simply stand there for a minute while my long hair and body get soaked. I then get on with the cleaning process as I scrub my body, shampoo and condition my hair, and grab a razor to shave.

I finally get out about 45 minutes later, as I always like long and hot showers, something mentally relaxing about them. I grab a towel and begin drying off. After a minute of drying, I plug in my hair straightener to get hot as I put on some deodorant and grab my dirty clothes. I throw them onto my bed as I decide todays clothing. I select a pair of red skinny jeans, a black and red Blink-182 tee, white ankle socks, a red pair of panties, and a white lace bra. I get my bra, underwear, and tee on, then go into the bathroom to do my makeup and hair. I straighten my hair, put on mascara and some orange eye-liner as I notice my nails, also need to be painted.

I finish dressing and head downstairs. My mom greets me with a "good morning", a peck on the cheek, and a bagel with jam.

"I'm going to go and get my purse," she says " eat up quick, throw on your shoes and get in the car, where would you like to go first?"

I look down at my old beat-up pair of adidas shoes, and say "Do you think there might be a shoe place in the mall"

"I'd be shocked if they didn't" she said as she made her way up the stairs.

I tie up my shoes and feed the last bite of my bagel to my old orange tiger cat. I walk out the front door and get in the car as I see my mom come out. I lean back and decide to enjoy today.