I opened my blue eyes for the first time that morning. I rolled to my right, like I did every morning, and looked at the clock. As usual, it was precisely 6:23. I didn't need to look at the clock, but I always did. I swung my pale legs out from the warmth of my pink comforter and placed my feet gently on the carpet. I stood up fully and bent over to touch my toes, my one and only wake up stretch. Curling my toes quickly, I heard them do their normal, small crack and smiled. Another day to go through. Hopping over my laptop and stepping over the book I was reading last night, I squeezed myself between my desk and a chest to open my window. I pulled on the wooden handles to release the shutters and looked out at the day.
Predictable as always, clouds covered the sky as far as I could see and I smiled as I heard my neighbor's lawn mower start up. Moving away from the window and out into my room, I carefully stepped over the scattered books and notebooks. I grabbed the cool handle of my white door and pulled it open. The silence and dark in my house was strangely comforting, as it always is at 6:25 in the morning. I lazily made my way into the bathroom and turned on the water. The hot water handle was moved to the halfway point, and the cold water handle was moved to the one quarter point. I ran my hands under it and splashed some water on my face.
With closed eyes, I grabbed my wash and poured some on my left hand. I took my right and began massaging it on my face. When I knew my face was covered, I reached for the towel on the right side of me and ran it under the water. I stood to my full height of five feet, four inches and wiped away all of the soapy mixture on my face. I opened my eyes and ripped the two brown hair ties from my head and let my curly, brown hair rest slightly below my shoulders.
I left the bathroom and grabbed the jeans and t-shirt that I put on top of my hamper. Throwing off the over-sized t-shirt I wore to sleep, I pulled the tight, blue one over. I slipped my slender legs into the jeans with ease and zipped them up. I looked myself in the mirror quickly, and nodded. I reached over to my bookshelf and found my eyeliner. I drew a thin line under my eyes to accent my already thick lashes and closed the eyeliner, replacing it on the shelf. I reached for my sunscreen and rubbed it on my face. With the fresh feeling of sunscreen settling in my face, I exited the room once more. I heard my brother's bed creaking in signs that he was getting up and I began down the stairs. My eyes glanced over the clock in the kitchen out of habit, not need. I already knew that it was 6:30.
My long, slender fingers opened up the cabinet and I pulled out my loaf of bread. I opened it quickly and retrieved two slices before re-tying it and putting the loaf back in the cabinet. I turned around and slipped the two slices into the toaster. I ripped off a paper towel and placed it next to the toaster. I moved back up the stairs in time to see my brother get out of his room and into the bathroom. Once more, I went through my bedroom door and towards my bookshelf in the corner near my mirror.
I quickly applied foundation on my face, accenting its pale nature with a slightly darker tone. I paired it with a powder that matched my skin tone with perfection. With my makeup done, I bent over and picked up the books I needed. I slipped on my sandals and walked out the door. Quickly, I made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen once more. I placed the books on the countertop in just enough time for my toast to pop up in the toaster. I plucked them out carefully and dropped them on my paper towel. As I chewed them, I got a water bottle and two Tylenol and swallowed them quickly to relieve the headache I had.
It was a day like any other in my life. I followed my same exact routine, like I always did. There was nothing strange about in the eyes of a stranger. But to me... Well, that day was the first day that I was ever early.
After locking the door behind me, I hopped down the stairs and towards the third car in the driveway. Balancing my books in one hand and fumbling with my keys in the other, I managed to unlock the car and open the passenger side door. I dumped the books and my purse on it and closed the door. I walked over to the driver's side and slid myself into my newly cleaned car. Turning the keys in the ignition, I didn't bother looking at the clock. My radio station turned on and the voice of Bernadette Peters accompanied me down the driveway, out of the development, and onto the main road.
The road brought me right to the school and I signaled left to turn into the parking lot. It seemed like I was the only person there and I looked at my clock. I had to do a double take, because I didn't believe it. How was I early? And then I remembered.
I was going to a new school. I was in a new town. I didn't know anyone. I sighed and pulled into one of the blank parking spaces. I sighed in anticipation as I pulled my keys out of the car. Pausing for a moment, I surveyed the parking lot. It seemed like there were a few people here. But that wasn't much comfort.
The music cut off as I slipped out of the car. I slammed the door shut and went around to the passenger side. As I bent down to retrieve my books, I felt a slight breeze next to me. It was a breeze, per say, but more of a wind, like somebody was moving much too fast. I tried to spin to see who it was but the next thing I knew, my head hit the pavement and everything went black.