Kill Me Now… School
I raced down the stairs thinking that maybe if I moved fast enough she wouldn't make me change. I hit the bottom step and tried to race to the front door but as I expected Lora was in the kitchen with coffee and a bagel. I never really thought of my mom as anything else but a stay at home mom but this picture right here made me think that she as a part of the business world. She already saw me, and I concluded this by the way that she as waving her hands at me, like she as trying to land a plane or something. I walked into the kitchen like I was walking straight into a death trap.
"Emily, sweetie, did you really think that you could leave without saying goodbye? Oh and dear, are you sure that you want to wear red on your first day? That really doesn't shout friendly it kind of shouts, well dear, "I have no fashion sense". Why don't you wear that pink top we picked out at the mall last week the one that has the white belt and everything?" I knew what top she was referring to and I defiantly didn't want to wear that. I would forever be called the girl that dresses like and Easter egg. My mom has great fashion sense when it comes to dressing herself but not dressing me. I don't look cool in the newest fashions; I look good in the older fashions. Not like leg warmers are oversized sweaters but like stuff that was in months ago but not in anymore. I still like the denim jacket over a flowy top, which if I remember correctly is not in at all.
"Mom, as much as I really appreciate the way that you don't tip toe around my feelings, I happen to really love this sweater and I don't really want to change. Anyways, I don't have time if I don't leave now I will be really late for school. Okay, bye I love you."
She means well but I don't always agree with her, I mean yes my red sweater looks a little knitted but I think it looks cute on me. I'm not like the other kids at my school; I don't go with the crowd. I am more of the person that goes against the crowd. I like being different and if you don't like it then well I guess that I really don't care. I just wouldn't fight you over it because I don't really like violence and I would probably more than likely I would lose because I am the not a good fighter. However, the one thing that's good about not going with the crowd is that you can have more friends.
My best friend, Sarah Michels, is probably one of the coolest people that I have ever met. I just love being with Sarah and we have been friends ever since I was a baby and that would make almost 17 years which is a really long time. Our mom's are good friends and our dad's golf together. This is one thing I love about Sarah is that she is exactly like me. She doesn't run with the crowd, she runs against it. However, Sarah and I are different because if you don't like her and you make a big deal out of it she will probably just hurt you a lot. Sarah is actually really strong for a girl and when she is in the zone I wouldn't mess with her. She would knock you out and probably not even say sorry. With me it's a little different, if I hit you; you might look around for the three year old who's trying to fight you. Yes, I am clearly aware of how pathetic it is.
The one thing that I think is the coolest thing about me is that I have a Jeep Wrangler for a car. That thing is my entire life and if I do say so myself is the coolest thing I have ever seen. I love that it's not a car because I hate cars. I think girly when I see a car and I think tough when I see a Jeep. Since I'm not a tough person I like the Jeep to make me look tough, and it does a pretty good job. Yes, once again, I am aware of how pathetic it is to use a car to make you look tough, but hey I have to do something. The Jeep, that's what I call it, is red on black. It has black leather seats and it painted Candy Apple Red. Red is not only my favorite color but it is also the coolest color in the world. The car itself is probably the only cool thing about me.
I realized that between my rambling that I am seriously on the verge of being late for my first day of school. As much as I don't want to be in school I still have to go on the account of if I don't I can just kiss my chance of going to college good bye. And, on the account that my parents would place my head on a stake and beat my lifeless body, I would never see the light of day ever again. So school is a necessity even though I want to kill myself every second that I am there. I will make the best of it because it is my first day back since my sophomore year. I am now a year older and a junior which makes me another year closer to being a senior and I can leave high school forever. Which should make this day easier but it already isn't.