School starts in exactly 2 days. My mom told me a week ago.
She said she didn't want me worrying the entire summer. I
love her for that. For always caring about how I feel, I
mean. I know so many people have much more complicated
problems then I do now, but just because my problem may seem
smaller doesn't mean it's not a problem? A new school. New
people. New life pretty much. What I'm used to is about to
change completely. I'm not worried much about the academics,
since my mom has been an amazing teacher, but I'm more
worried about the social aspect of high school. What if no
one likes me? What if I am made fun of because I am not like
everyone else? I've never had to deal with b/itches before,
what if I can't at all?
I decided to drag myself out of bed before my own thoughts
destroy me. I stopped in front of my full length mirror. My
chocolate brown hair fell just above my butt. Boy do I need a
haircut, I thought. I was pretty confident in my appearance.
I had fairly tanned skin from the summer, and my brown hair
complimented my matching brown eyes. I recently lost 23
pounds over the past few months, and I was feeling proud of
myself. I look thin, fit, healthy. It made me happy. Will I
still have this self confidence with me when I see all the
other girls at school? What were they even like? I didn't
have many friends, being home schooled and all made that
pretty tough. It's not as easy as you think to just go up to
someone and start talking to them when they are a complete
stranger. My mom was pretty much the only person I was close
to, besides my cousin Lena. Only problem is that she lives 8
hours away.
I quickly brushed my teeth. I braided my hair down my back
and because I'm lazy, I threw on athletic shorts and a v-neck
before going downstairs. Who would I be trying to impress, my
mom? Who I found out was not even home. A note on the counter
read "Olivia, I'm meeting with my new manager and his
secretary about work stuff. There's eggs and bread in the
fridge if you want to make french toast. Love you." It made
me upset that she was going to be consumed with a new job
from here on out. I whipped up some french toast and slowly
ate it in little bites. I had nothing to do today, like
usual. I gulped down some OJ and threw on my nike sneakers. I
was feeling stressed about school, and runs usually help
relieve me of my stress.
I walked outside with my phone, headphones, and a water. I
stretched out a little and started on a slow jog. As soon as
I turned the corner, there was some commotion going on in
front of a house. I saw moving trucks, and people carrying
boxes into the house. Someone finally bought that overpriced
house, I thought to myself. I continued to jog slowly by,
watching the people who looked like busy bees going to and
from the moving trucks. New neighbors, how wonderful. I just
hope they aren't loud partyers like the last couple that
moved in to the house 2 down from us. I continued jogging
when I came across a small golden retriever that was
wandering along the street. Is he a stray? No, he looks to
clean. Plus he seems to have a collar on him. "Hey buddy." I
said to him, crouching down. He came right over. I've always
wanted a dog, but my mom is allergic. I started petting the
dog and I grabbed his collar, looking at the tags for a phone
number or address. The address read 17 Keebler Road on what
looked like a fresh, newly made tag hanging from his collar.
Funny. That's the house with the new neighbors moving in. I
walked with the dog, holding onto his collar, back to the
house. I walked up, unsure who to talk to. There wasn't
really anyone in sight besides the employees helping move
boxes from the trucks. "Um, excuse me." I asked a man who
worked with the moving company. "I found this dog and I think
it belongs to the owners of this house. Where can I find
them?" Before the employee could answer, a guy walked around
the corner of the truck. "So you found Charlie, huh." My eyes
shifted to the boy, with an intriguing appearance. He looked
about my age, maybe a year or two older, with tattoos
plastered all over his arms, trailing up his neck as well. He
had his ears pierced and wore rings on his fingers. He wore a
gray beanie and a white tank top, with dark skinny jeans and
converse. I was slightly taken back by his appearance, since
I had never seen anyone look like this before. Not in person
at least. "Uh, yeah, he was wandering along the streets, and
I saw him while I was on a jog.." I said, still fascinated by
the boys tattoos. "I assume you live in this neighborhood
then?" he asked abrubtly. "Yeah, I live around the corner." I
said, as sweetly as possible. "Oh." He seemed moody. Typical
'bad boy' act I guess. Is this how all the boys are?
Attractive a/ssholes. He turned around and started walking
away. "A thank you would've been nice..." I mumbled under my
breath as I turned around.
I quickly jogged back to my house, checking the time on my
phone. 12:23pm. Once I got back in my house, I went upstairs
to my room and into my bathroom, and took a shower. I let the
cool water run down my hair and back, trying to forget that I
have to start school in 2 days. Less than 48 hours away. I
sighed as I shut the water off. I thought about my encounter
with the boy earlier today. I don't even know his name? Why
didn't I ask for his name? Why am I so awkward? He probably
thinks I'm a freak. He's probably laughing about me with his
friends right now. Great. School hasn't even started for me
and I already managed to make an embarrassing first
impression to a guy who I can't deny is
attractive.
