laptop, my banana still in my other hand. I open Facebook. No new notifications. I sigh then go to the bathroom to do my makeup. I put on my brown eyeliner, brown mascara and gold sparkly eye shadow. I put my tinted lotion on my face, then my pink cherry lip gloss on my lips. I put powder on the apples of my cheeks, and then I’m ready for action. I check myself once more in the full mirror, making sure everything is perfect, then head out to meet Kade in the driveway. I get in the passenger seat of his truck. This seems abnormally comfortable now; I turn on the seat heater so my butt doesn't get cold.
“Did you get the stain off?” Kade asks, actually caring.
“Yeah, thanks,” I say avoiding eye contact. “So what are we going to do? When we show up in the same car, people are going to start asking questions.”
“You can get out of the car first, acting like you drove here. Then five minutes later, I’ll get out. No one will suspect a thing.” He shrugs like he’s had this thing planned forever.
We ride the rest of the way in silence. I’m not one for talking in the morning. I’m usually just barely waking up by the time I get to second period. We get into the parking lot and I hop out of the car first. I don’t say goodbye to him. I can feel him watching me, though, as I walk to the entrance of the school.
“Hey Becca,” a girl from my English class says.
“Hi,” I say back while giving my best “good morning” smile.
I walk down the hall toward my senior locker. “Nice outfit, Becca,” a girl from my Calculus class says in a squeaky bird voice.
“Thanks!” I get greeted three more times and complimented two more times.
I walk straight into the gym with my head up and smile on. My chin is up and I admit, I’m rocking my dress. Oh yeah, it’s gonna be a good year. I can feel the freshman boys checking me out. I giggle to myself as I make my kick-ass entrance.
“Greene,” I tell the lady handing out schedules.
“Becca?”
“Yes,” I say as she hands me my schedule. I walk away and mutter a thank you, then look at my first period. Math. Thank God. It’s my favorite subject in the whole wide world. I’ve actually talked about majoring in math in college with my parents. Secretly, I want to be a math teacher when I get out of college. I know, it’s nerdy. I walk up to room 804 when my phone beeps.
Chasity texted me.
First?
Math. Jefferson. U?
Orchestra.
Sucks ass.
For sure.
C u at lunch?
Yup. Usual place.
I sigh, feeling sad because I most likely won’t be able to see Chasity until lunchtime. That’s in four periods. Great. I walk up to the math department and into 804. My math teacher is a guy in a blue t-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops. He looks up at me from his front desk and smiles.
“Pick your seat,” he says. I decide to take one in the front row. My mom always says to take a seat in the front row on the first day. Teachers remember crap like that. Plus, I like showing I have confidence. I like to intimidate people, even my teachers.
Period 1: My math teacher is insane. He has too many rules. My head wants to explode.
Period 2: Dance was amazing. Mrs. Carly is making me lead dancer this year and I’m stoked. I’ve been dancing since sixth grade. The competition is hard in high school. There are so many talented dancers, but my hard work has finally paid off!
Period 3: Bored out of my mind with Government. The teacher smells.
Period 4: One more period until lunch! But right now I’m stuck in AP Spanish 4.
When the bell rings I get the hell out of there. My Spanish teacher is a freaking
“Did you get the stain off?” Kade asks, actually caring.
“Yeah, thanks,” I say avoiding eye contact. “So what are we going to do? When we show up in the same car, people are going to start asking questions.”
“You can get out of the car first, acting like you drove here. Then five minutes later, I’ll get out. No one will suspect a thing.” He shrugs like he’s had this thing planned forever.
We ride the rest of the way in silence. I’m not one for talking in the morning. I’m usually just barely waking up by the time I get to second period. We get into the parking lot and I hop out of the car first. I don’t say goodbye to him. I can feel him watching me, though, as I walk to the entrance of the school.
“Hey Becca,” a girl from my English class says.
“Hi,” I say back while giving my best “good morning” smile.
I walk down the hall toward my senior locker. “Nice outfit, Becca,” a girl from my Calculus class says in a squeaky bird voice.
“Thanks!” I get greeted three more times and complimented two more times.
I walk straight into the gym with my head up and smile on. My chin is up and I admit, I’m rocking my dress. Oh yeah, it’s gonna be a good year. I can feel the freshman boys checking me out. I giggle to myself as I make my kick-ass entrance.
“Greene,” I tell the lady handing out schedules.
“Becca?”
“Yes,” I say as she hands me my schedule. I walk away and mutter a thank you, then look at my first period. Math. Thank God. It’s my favorite subject in the whole wide world. I’ve actually talked about majoring in math in college with my parents. Secretly, I want to be a math teacher when I get out of college. I know, it’s nerdy. I walk up to room 804 when my phone beeps.
Chasity texted me.
First?
Math. Jefferson. U?
Orchestra.
Sucks ass.
For sure.
C u at lunch?
Yup. Usual place.
I sigh, feeling sad because I most likely won’t be able to see Chasity until lunchtime. That’s in four periods. Great. I walk up to the math department and into 804. My math teacher is a guy in a blue t-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops. He looks up at me from his front desk and smiles.
“Pick your seat,” he says. I decide to take one in the front row. My mom always says to take a seat in the front row on the first day. Teachers remember crap like that. Plus, I like showing I have confidence. I like to intimidate people, even my teachers.
Period 1: My math teacher is insane. He has too many rules. My head wants to explode.
Period 2: Dance was amazing. Mrs. Carly is making me lead dancer this year and I’m stoked. I’ve been dancing since sixth grade. The competition is hard in high school. There are so many talented dancers, but my hard work has finally paid off!
Period 3: Bored out of my mind with Government. The teacher smells.
Period 4: One more period until lunch! But right now I’m stuck in AP Spanish 4.
When the bell rings I get the hell out of there. My Spanish teacher is a freaking
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