When Samantha heard the alarm go off, she already new it was going to be a bad day. She washed her face, looking at herself in the mirror she realized that she could never pull it off. She just didn't have the face that could easily hide a lie. She dressed and did her hair, burning herself with the curling iron as she did her bangs. She stood in the kitchen 25 minutes later sporting a white t-shirt, blue shorts, and a casual ponytail, bangs down in her eyes. As she made her toast, she thought back to the day before, Planning Day. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but as usual she was chickening out just 2 hours before it was to take place.
It was suppose to teach him a lesson. It was suppose to do only good. But, she thought, isn't it a bit cruel.
The smell of burnt toast brought her back to reality. She realized she didn't have much of an appetite. She continued to get ready, the way she did every morning. By 8:20 her mom was yelling up the stairs that she would be late for the bus, yet again, if she didn't hurry. She took one last work in the mirror and was off.
Her best friend, Ciera, was waiting for her when she got to school, with the rest of the gang. They all looked excited, except for Samantha.
The day went on as usual; tests, pop quizzes, homework. At lunch, she couldn't eat, she just listened to the plans and nodded her head, she was in a trans like state. But when the bell rung for 6th bell study hall, panic and adrenaline filled her body. She stumbled and almost fell over a sevvy in the hallway. She must have been on auto pilot because the next thing she knew, she was being pushed through the study hall door, Ciera, right behind her; and with one last breathe she braced herself for the worse.