My first: Part 1

   The same routine, every single day. Get up in the morning, get dressed, go to the hell I call a school. I’ve done the same thing every single day since I was young. Go to school and never misbehave, don’t be mean, be a social freaking butterfly. I’m sick of the little ‘perfect girl’ people think I am. The girl people think can push around, or make fun of, or be mean to. I want to be who I am and not fear what people will think. But I can’t, not yet at least. I still haven’t found myself yet.  Well, why not try?
                                                                                                                     I could barely hear anything through this haze I was in. I was half awake, half asleep. I could hear my dogs barking from outside the house, and my alarm ringing from the hour. Wait a second, alarm? Oh my god! The Alarm! I somehow managed to wake myself up from this trance like sleep I was in. I slept in! It  was 7:45, my school starts at 8:00. I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry.
I flew out of bed, only to crash into the cold floor beneath me, letting a yelp crack my lips, the floor was an imitation of wood, which means its colder than wood. “What was that?” Shouted my mom from the kitchen while I got up.  I wasted no time on feeling the pain of falling face first into the ground. I opened my closet and picked out my cloths as fast as I could. I slipped on a blue tee-shirt, jeans, and my sneakers. I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth and comb my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. “Yup. Still the same me, as always.” I was a young girl in seventh grade. I had nicely sized hazel brown eyes, and brunette hair. I had a pale tone of skin, and a smile that never faltered when I needed it. I was just about to run out of my room, but before I did, I grabbed my hoodie. I flew out the room. I saw my mom standing in the kitchen with a piece of toast with jelly on it. “Thanks mom!” I squeaked out, while grabbing the toast and running past her, then I flew out the door.

I ran to school, the sound of leaves crunching under my weight filled my ears, and I had already finished the toast my mom made me. It was 7:46, my school was far, but not far enough. I ran faster, and faster. I couldn’t be late for the first day of school. People would call me a loser if I was. I ran so fast, the world flashed before me, but then. Bang! I see stars as I ran into a student. I fell back onto the sidewalk. Not noticing I was right next to the school, I sit there, dumbfounded. I could feel my face flush out.
“I’m s-sorry, I didn’t-“ But before I could finish my sentence, I see a hand reach out to me, and a soft voice came from the student. “It’s ok, it’s probably my fault. I shouldn’t walk in front of a speeding student .”  I looked up to see another student, about my age, standing in front of me. I felt my face blush deeply. Oh god, I probably look like a tomato, don’t I. I took his hand, as he helped me up, I took in some of his features. He has beautiful brown eyes, and brown hair, and a smile that could light up a city if he wanted to. His hair was in a pony tail, and he was dressed in a black hoodie, black jeans, black everything. Although he didn’t seem or sound goth.  At that moment I realized one thing. I had just met the most gorgeous man in my life, and I slammed into him.
“Oh my god are you ok?” I asked. “ yeah I’m ok.  He responded, chuckling at my clumsiness. “God. I need to be more careful.” I said, also chuckling. He was about to say something, but I noticed that the time was 7:58. “I have to go. I’ll see you later, I guess.” And before he said anything, I ran off. I ran into class to see only two empty seats left, one by the window, and the other next to the window chair. Of course I chose window chair. And the second I sat down, the teacher walked in. My clock started beeping, along with a couple others in the class. 8:00 on the dot. God, can this teachers sense of time be any more precise? And then, the student I had crashed into, walked into class. Please sit somewhere else, please sit somewhere else, I repeated in my head. I then noticed, there was nowhere else to sit. I let out a small sigh as he plopped down on the seat next to mine. I stared out the window, the light was glistering, it lit up the whole class room. And then I dazed off into a daydream, just as the teacher started taking attendance
                                                                                                                            To be continued…