September 8

I looked at myself in the mirror and scammed the shape of my face. My eyebrows were arched, with a few hair sticking out in unwanted places. My hair brushed past my shoulder curling a slight at the end. My nose was normal, my teeth were straight, and I barely had any lips. Adolescent acne smeared over my face leaving plasters of small bumps which got in the way. I started to count the bumps, as I pulled my hand to my face picking at one of the larger bumps that resembled Mount Everest. I glared once more and turned off the light. I couldn’t face looking at myself in the mirror with bright light. I applied a little powder to my red cheeks, and swept the brush around to my forehead.

I glared in the mirror, wondering deeply of things. High school, I thought. What a big change. I was fifteen years old, innocent as ever, and excited to start something new. What a transition it would be. I flattened my skirt to avoid wrinkles from developing, and ran to my room to get my shoes. I grabbed a folder with loose paper and a pen walking madly to the garage. There my father stood happy as a bee with a smile and a cup of tea.

“Lets take a picture of you! My honey boo!” he squirmed for joy.

I cringed, yet expected this yearly routine on the first day of school. I already knew where to go; behind the big oak tree by the garden. The beautiful scenery illuminated the photograph of back to school pictures every year. I didn’t see what the big deal was about going back to school. New classes, new teachers, but seriously, was there a need for a camera shoot? I decided to be nice, and take the pictures, for this was my freshman year in a new school. I flipped my hair back behind my ear, opened my oceany blue eyes, and smiled as big as my tiny mouth would open for the click followed by the ear piercing flash.

“Wait, you’re not done!” my dad reminded.

I peered to my right when I heard a sound. I saw a tall blonde haired boy walk out with keys dangling from his hands, and a book bag on his back. His name was Ben, he had moved to the house across the street from us just two weeks ago, and was oh so very drool worthy. I watched the last summer nights as his family and him carried the belongings into the house from the moving van. I’d stare as he reached for a box, and I could see his built muscular arms. If I believed in it, I’d say it was love at first sight, but then again, I don’t, but it was still exciting lusting over an older boy.

My dad positioned the camera, snapped it, and sighed. The flash hadn’t gone off that time. I grew embarrassed standing there, posed for my not-so-cool father. Ben glared towards my house, and gave a quick smile as he opened the door to his Mustang. He sat in the car for a couple minutes rummaging around. He then started to fix his brown hair, adding gel to it in certain places.

I tapped my foot with anger, quite embarrassed because of this. Here I was, standing in front of a tree, smiling for my dad and Ben could vividly see. My dad got the camera to work, snapped two more photos, and ran to the drivers side. I walked slowly to the car, hoping Ben would take off. I opened the car door, put my stuff in the car, and heard Ben’s car start. He backed up carefully, pulled in to forward, and took off.

I remember walking in that big building, all by myself. I was so confident, stood tall, and took a deep breath as I opened the doors. To my surprise, the whole entryway was filled with people. Girls ran and hugged their friends, boys exchanged high fives, and here I was trying to find at least someone I knew. I pulled down my skirt, and tried my best to squeeze through the multitude of people. It got very humid, and sweat started trekling down my forehead. I finally got out of the crowd and situated into an barren piece of land. I looked noticing I had reached the cafeteria. I held my notebook close to my chest panicking for a short bit. My confident little self turned into a sweat-dripping little girl who realized then and there that she was a freshman, new to the school and the only people she knew there she hated.