I hear the sound of my alarm, a sound I`m not used to anymore. The piercing sound I haven`t heard in 2 months. It gets louder the more I open my eyes. I finally get up and turn off the alarm. The first day of high school. I sit facing down for about a minute till I finally feel conscious enough to get ready. I take a warm shower. When I get out and start to dry off, I rub the mirror to see my face. As usual, mascara is smudged around my eyes making me look like a raccoon. I take a makeup wipe and wipe it away. I continue drying off. I lay out my go-to outfit, which is usually a black t-shirt, flannel, ripped jeans with fishnet tights under them (for the aesthetic) and basic black vans. I head back to my bathroom to do my mediocre makeup routine. Filling in my eyebrows, curling my lashes, applying mascara, a bit of contour, and some highlight and blush. I take my hair out of the towel, and lightly start brushing it. I let my hair air dry because I hate hair dryers. As I wait, I listen to music while I pack my bag and make breakfast. I make breakfast for my mother too, I don`t like when she has to make it herself, or have her help me in the morning in any way. She`ll be getting up for work later, and everyone likes sleep. I head upstairs and sit on the floor. My hairs half dry, But I can manage to straighten it.
After I go back downstairs to wait for my ride, looking myself up and down in the mirror. Spraying some perfume, and putting on deodorant. I`m shaking, i`m scared. it`s my first day of Highschool, Riverdale High. Too many new people, too many up-coming awkward situations. I hear Marcie, (her mother rides us) pull into the driveway with her dark grey jeep. I slip on my olive green jacket, and grab my bag. Yelling "I love you mom!" as I head out the door locking it.
"Woo, Looking snazzy, Kiara!" She hoots at me as I`m buckling myself in. "You excited?"
"More like suicidal." I say with a smirk, jokingly. "At least there will be new faces, last year was boring."
"I agree! new people and friends is what we need." She says back happily. "Especially because what happened with Luke. He can go suck a d-"
I stop her before she says that, I see her mother give her a harsh stare. And I smile.
As we`re driving to the school, I see many new, taller, people. with fresh book-bags and clean shoes. some looking like they regret life, and some happily talking with friends. We pull up and hop out of the jeep, me almost tripping down, I`ll never not almost fall on my face. I stable myself and adjust my bag and dark hair. And slam the jeep door. I look at Marcie, and she reminds me of myself on the first day of grade 1, all perky and full of life. And then there`s me, Hoping there will be at least one person who will take the effort to know me.
Marcie has always been a positive soul, but only I know her shady side. We`re both like that, Very fun and have great senses of humor, but when it comes down to it, you really don`t want to mess with us. We both have a resting bitch face most of the time, which makes us seem unapproachable, but we`re really open to people and pretty great. Her best best friend is Emily, Shes my friend too but they really like anime, I and most of our friends don`t, so it`s like their thing. Also both very dirty minded.
We see our other friends, and my very, very, best friend. We`re too much alike, It`s scary, We even say things and do things at the same time that I`m convinced shes a mind reader. Her names Xoe, Zoe with and X. And shes absolutely stunning. I like to think shes prettier than me, but people usually say that I`m the one that most boys like. I`m not saying I`m prettier than her or anyone, but everyone says I`m the most attractive. I don`t know.
I also see Nate, we have a love hate relationship. We hate each other but at the same time we`re funny together. And it`s funny cause we annoy each other. I don`t like him like that, but he`s cool. In fact I`ve never liked him like that, But people say he`s liked me in that way.
Then theres, Luke. I get mad even saying his name. Long story short, We both really liked each other, like best friends, than boyfriend and girlfriend, now even when I hear him speak I just wanna walk away, alone. That`s enough about him.
Then theres Jason, Marie, and Raylen. The three Who are quiet a lot but we equally love them. They don`t get most of the jokes we make because they aren`t very internet attached.
The bell rings, and we head inside, completely shook. Looking at our schedules, and heading off to get lost in the school, looking for our lockers and home rooms.
I finally find my locker, completely unsure how to open it. But eventually, I get it. I see a boy approach me and his eyes are green and blue-ish like the earth you would draw in 3rd grade. And hair really blonde. I see him slowly approach the locker next to mine, almost hesitant. He looks at me and smiles. I just turn back to my locker, it`s the first day. Nope, Too soon. But he struggles with his locker, like I was a minute ago. I sigh and try helping him and it works when I get closer to him I can see more clearly that he`s about and inch taller than me and he has freckles.
"Thanks," He says smiling, the boy has fucking dimples too.
"No problem." I say with a grin that says really don`t expect anything from me please.
He turns back to his locker and chuckles a bit. And turns his head back at me. I simply walked away with my binders and books like a badass, slamming my locker a bit. I don`t look back but I can tell he`s still looking at me. I can`t resist and I look back and he`s turning away closing his locker. I catch him running up a bit towards me, and I turn around walking backwards ever-so-noticeably grinning and turn back swinging my arms as if they`re heavy with all my books in my hands, to walk forward. and He catches up to me. Taking deeper breaths
"Sam." he says "My names Sam." As he held out his hand for me to shake. "Freshman."
"Kiara." I say back smiling. "fresh-woman." Kiara It`s too early for the bad jokes