Dirty Little Secrets.
I woke up in the morning,feeling my hair was a rats nest,and my mother yelled from downstairs,"Baby,you don't want to be late for your first day of SENIOR YEAR!"
I groaned,"Why couldn't i be homeschooled like Amy!"
(My older sister)
My mother started coming upstairs,her high heels clicking against the wooden hallway.
"Because high school is so fun" ,she said.
I groaned some more and planted my face back into my pillow.
Mom sat on the edge of my bed."Come on honey,you don't want to be late."
She nudged me,and if I wasnt so weak I would've screamed until my lungs shriveled up and rotted.
Ew..I just grossed myself out there.
Anyways,my mom patted my lower back then got up and went downstairs very quietly.
I felt kind of bad,but too bad she brought this onto herself,plus im seventeen going on eighteen.
What could she expect?
I sighed and decided to pull my lazy body off of my bed and stumbled over to the wall and groaned,"YEAH MOM,WAKING ME UP AT 5 A.M. WAS A SMART CHOICE."
I regained my balance and took a shower,and got dressed in a rockin' new outfit that oughta turn heads.
I ran down the staircase and waved to my mom to rush to that new bus stop one mile away,curse the stupid school system,couldnt do a thing right if it depended on their life.
Panting and gasping for air again,I waited for the bus.
Plenty of other kids were glaring at me,but some of the freshmens were admiring my outfit.
It seemed that everyone was staring at me,which was annoying me,but whatever.
The bus finally got here,and I knew it would be the best year I thought it would..