You know what my favorite day of the year is? The first day of school. I mean, come on! You get to wake up earlier than you have all summer. You make yourself look all pretty for people you don't care about, cause I mean, it's the first day of school. You see all the people that you really missed over the summer. And the best part? It's the beginning of ¾ of the year where you don't have any control over your life at all.
Doesn't that just sound like a super-duper fun time?!
So yes, you can imagine my dismay when my alarm went off at 6:30 this morning. I put on the lovely uniform that I had missed so much, straightened my hair, making sure my bangs hid half of my face, put on my usual scene makeup, and then came my favorite part: my signature nose stud. I only wear it during the school year cause it's the only thing that will get me out of bed on days like today. After digging through my jewelry drawer for about 5 minutes (I really should organize it…) I finally found my favorite stud. I took out the diamond stud I had been wearing and replaced it with the black ball with a purple tint. Don't even ask what's so special about it, I just love it.
After skipping out of the house (it was more like a trudge), I made my way to the second thing of the day that makes me happy. My car. I got my license this summer and my grandparents gave me a car, just cause they could. Not just any car, a black Mercedes BlueTEC Es-You-Vee. It's my baby. I named it Emmett (maybeeeee I read Twilight. And maybeeee I have an unhealthy crush on a fictional character. And maybeeeee I like Emmett more than Edward).
"Ready for first day of junior year bitch?" Taylor asked as she climbed into my car as soon as I got to her house. Wow, that was fast. I'm usually waiting in the driveway for like 5 minutes.
"Two more years. Let's just get this shit over with." I sighed as I backed out of the driveway.
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Eastern Albuquerque Prep. Population: 523. Divide that a little more, you get 237 sluts, 251 jocks, 27 braniacs, and the rest- well, that's where me and Taylor fit in. Not really outcast, but- well no, some of them are just plain outcasts.
The white halls mocked me as I walked to my locker. The Wildcat head painted on the wall seriously looked like it was laughing at me. Gah I hate this school. It's making me go mental.
First period: homeroom. With none other than Ms. Darbus (Miss? Mrs- ha, no). Lovely. Homerooms at our school are interesting- you have the same homeroom all 4 years, and it's a mix of freshmen through seniors. I went to take my usual seat in the back, the same seat I have sat in every school day for the past 2 years. My name is carved on the desk, and I'm sure the seat is pretty much molded for my body by now. So imagine my surprise when I saw that my desk was occupied. The occupant was not a clueless freshman, who I would have just kicked out of my seat after scaring the shit out of them. Nonono, that would have been too easy. The occupant was a senior who just happened to be captain of the varsity basketball team. Troy Bolton.
Ugh, and of course me being the shy and unsocial person I am, I can't ask him to move. Stupid brain and your messed up chemical levels. So instead, I took the only other open seat in the back row. Which sadly was next to…. haha no not Troy sillies, no it was a prep from the field hockey team.
"Hello children, and welcome back to the first day of school." I can't tell, is Ms/Miss. Darbus' accent real or fake? Whatever it is, its helluvannoying. "For those of you new to East Al Prep, I'm Ms. Darbus. I'll be your homeroom teacher for the next three years. And for my returning children, welcome back." Oh, wow, that's not a fake smile or anything… "Now, we have a couple announcements to go over first."
Blah blah blah…. Oh I cannot wait till it gets cold enough to wear hoodies so I can hide my iPod headphones under my hood. My lime green headphones are somehow noticeable in my blonde hair. Imagine.
"And now we are going to do introductions for all the new students." Umm, Ms. Darbus? Can I leave? Why dear? Cause this is gay. Oh sure, go right ahead darling. "Now, we're going to go around the room and say our names, class, and one thing we are looking forward to this year. Charles, we'll start with you…"
Blah blah blah… I really don't care about your life… I don't know you…. Don't like you… You're ugly… Fake blonde… Fake tan… Ohhh look the clock is shiny! Only…damn it it's broken! How can I count the minutes left of my time in hell now?! Maybe I can sneak my phone out-
"Miss Montez?" Crap, I swear that wasn't my phone! It was my… pacemaker! "Please introduce yourself." Oh. Phew.
"Um, ok. I'm Gaby Montez-"
"Gabriella."
"Wha?"
"Your full name is Gabriella dear. First impressions must always be based on truth."
"Okayyy… I'm Gabriella Montez, I'm a junior, and I'm looking forward to-"
"coughsuicidecough" Wow. That's Chad Danforth for you. Always the mature one. It didn't bother me that people were laughing at his comment, but I knew I had to think of a good answer…
"- and I'm looking forward to getting my tongue pierced." Hey, Ms. Darbus never said it had to be school related…
Well, looks like I picked a good answer, cause half the guys in the class are staring at me. Not that I like all the attention, but still. And incase you don't know why they're staring, first of all your probably not in high school, but every guy likes a 'bad girl' and tongue piercings are sexy. And not one girl in this school has one.
"Oh, and when are you getting this done Miss Montez?" Ms Darbus asked. Shit, umm never?
"My birthday, so February." Yeah that sounds good, it sounds reasonable but far enough away so people will have forgotten about it by then.
"You do know the risks, don't you? It cou-" blah blah blah, lecture… I feel like drawing on my shoe. Pencil meet shoe. Now draw peace sign. Shit no, that's messed up. Why do I feel like I'm being watched? Someone's definitely looking… look up casually, act as if you're looking at the broken clock… now look over to that wall- ahah! Someone's head just turned! And that person would be… no that can't be right. According to my peripheral vision, that person was Troy Bolton. Maybe I should go to the eye doctor.
DooDuDooDu (that's the bell by the way… I couldn't even begin to describe what sound it makes)
As usual, I was the first out of the class. One class down, 5 to go…
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"Mommyyyy I'm tired and my head hurts and I don't like school" I pouted as I joined my mom in the kitchen when I got home from school. She goes to work early as crap, but gets home before I do.
"I'm sorry baby. Hey can you get that out of the oven for me?" I could see she was a little preoccupied, she was buried inside our walk-in pantry digging for something.
"Yuppers." Inside the oven I found a pizza. A whole pizza. Now, my mom is really good at making pizza and she makes them for us a lot, but never a whole one… only when we're having company or something.,.. "Mom, what's with the whole pizza?" I yelled.
"Oh, someone I work with is having a back-to-school party tonight and invited us." She replied, still inside the pantry.
I opened the fridge and began rummaging through the contents, "What's the point of a back-to-school party? I mean, who wants to celebrate the end of three months of freedom?" I asked as I dipped my finger into a new container of cream cheese whipped cream.
"I agree with you babe, but apparently Lucille wants to celebrate it. And get this: it's for adults. The adults can bring their kids, which is why you're going, but it's a back-to-school party for adults, not kids. I tell ya, some people…" My mom said as she finally emerged with one of those Betty Crocker 100 calorie microwave things. Which, if you haven't had one, are ah-mazinggggg.
I gasped, "Are there any more of those?! And whose Lucille?" I asked, still inhaling the icing.
She stuck her tongue out at me, "Nope, I got the last one biotch." Goodness I love my mom. "And Lucille is the lady who's throwing the party tonight. Apparently she has a son who goes to your school, so there will be at least one other kid there tonight."
"Who's her son?"
"I don't know."
"Well, does Lucille have a last name?"
"As a matter of fact she does."
….I sense I need to ask a follow up question. "And what would it be?"
"Bolton."
I didn't know it was possible to choke on icing. But apparently, it is.