The weekend we spent getting everything settled and cooing over my baby who had arrived Saturday afternoon. Sunday during dinner dad had told me and bella that we start school the next morning.
So on a glorious Monday morning, I woke up to the voice of an angel... Just kidding, I woke up to the voice of Taylor Swift's " We Are Never Getting Back Together". After I broke my alarm clock I looked at my phone and saw that it was 6:30. So I took a shower and looked at my clothes in my closet. "mmmmmmh, what to wear?" I mumbled.
After 10 long minutes, I decided on a pair of red skinny jeans with a black tank top that had a banana on it that said Let's get naked and was holding its peeling. I decided to put my luscious *in all honesty it was a curly mess* midnight black hair into a bun with some curls hanging out. i looked at my phone and saw that it was 7:15 so I quickly added some mascara to my eye lashes and lip gloss to... you guessed it.. my lips and quickly ran to my room grabbed my thin jacket and my Falling in Reverse book bag and booked it to my baby.
My baby was a midnight blue 1967 Shelby GT 350S with black leather interior. i connected my phone to the Aux cord and put on Freak of Nature by Chris Crocker and turned it up so high im sure florida could hear it. I pulled out of the drive way and made my way to school. After a 15 minute drive I saw the poor excuse of a high school and pulled in. I parked and turned of my baby and got out ignoring the whispers and stares and walked to the office building and into the office where I was met with the smell of vanilla and the sight of a plump red head women wearing a ridiculous bright yellow shirt.