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“BEEP BEEP BEEP” I slam my hand on my alarm. I rolled out of bed, almost alarmed at my appearance. Messy hair, and face, but I contain my fear since it was the usual. Grabbing my brush I stare into the mirror and start to brush. It’s my first day back to highschool, first day of senior year… yay… I grab some clothes out, a white skirt, white tank top, and a black oversized zip jacket. I have some white shoes to match.
I checked myself out in the mirror one last time, and I decided I should probably fix my hair a bit more. I grab my straightener to curve my curtain bangs and then brush them out giving them some bounciness.
I step out of my room as I enter the kitchen. I grab my backpack off the counter and stuff my lunch in my bag quickly. I grab my keys out of my purse. Trying to find my sister so that i can drive her to school on moms orders.
“Clare! We’re leaving! Hurry up!” i start to grab the door handle
“COMINGG!” I hear rustling and then running. Clare comes running around the corner, her hair looking a little messy from being rushed.
“ do we have to leave so early?” she asks, looking a little mad.
“Ok come on, i want to get to school early”
“Clearly, i'll meet you in the car.'' She brushes past me and grabs the doorknob and I make sure to unlock the car so that she can get in.
“Bye mom, see you after school!”.
“ Ok hunny! Drive safe!” She yells back from her room.
“And don't forget to take out the trash today!” she says, poking her head through her door to make sure I heard her.
“Got it mom!”
I step out onto the porch and close the door behind me.
Getting into my hand-me-down white sedan from my mother.and i turn on the car and watch as my sister starts brushing her hair and doing her makeup. I turn around and put my backpack and purse in the backseat.
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Pulling into the student parking, I park into my assigned senior parking space. Last year after the seniors un-decorated their parking space we got to pick where we wanted and paint the space.
I turn the car off and my sister quickly gets out. And grabs her stuff so she can get away. Not many people know where sisters sensei took after our dad who had dark brown hair while our mother has blonde hair. My sister looks like a copy of our mom, long curly blonde locks,thick eyelashes and full lips. She looks just like Peyton list.
Getting out of the car, grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder. I grab my purse and remember I need to put it into my locker. I hear a car riding by before a loud HONK HONK and I immediately know who it is.
It's Stacy, my best friend since my Sophom*ore year. I met her in my chem class, lucky me, the teacher put us right next to each other. She parks and quickly runs over to me.she waves me down with a wide smile. She takes glam to a whole new level. Perfect curly blonde hair, bright green eyes, short skirts, tank tops, tube tops, you name it. She loves thrifting so half of her wardrobe is all thrifted and she doesn't spare any details. She once told me how she pushed a lady out of the way at the bins for a pair of Victoria's Secret sweats.
“ Hey girl! Wait till i tell you about these new pair of strap heels i thrifted at the salvation army”
“ also, i saw your sister, clare. Shes looking a literal super model like” stacy says
“I thinks she looks like peyton list” i say
“OMG she totally does!” stacy exclaims
We walked together into building five, the theater building. Me and Stacy met in chem class but really became friends through theater after she was cast as Regina and me grethen during our school's version of Mean girls. She's mega pretty and guys practically fall at her feet. One guy proposes to her with a 4.5 carat diamond ring. Which she turned down the proposal broke up with the guy but kept the ring and sold. As we keep walking she circles back to the pants she thrifted.
“Did you push a lady out of the way for this pair?” i say joking
“no, but if a person tried to take MY heels I would have," she says.
I laugh at her serious tone.
“i don't doubt that”
She tells me how she was going up each aisle and when she made eye contact with the heels she all but sprinted after them.
We walk through the halls reaching the theater
"What show do you think Mrs. Dover is going to have us do this fall?” i start
“ i hope is heathers, i would kill to be heather chandler’
stacy says as we walk up the stage and into the backstage area
‘ you know i think that would be a awesome female JD” i say half jokingly
“ You know, joking or not you would kill that role”
'` You know I would!’ i say striking a pose for emphasis
“Hold on i need to stop by my locker nad put my purse in it” isay as we stop infront of the theater lockers that hold water bottles, snacks, and anything else we would need to hold during practice
“Ok! I'll wait and you can run over to the locker area” she says as she pulls out a mirror tp fix up her hair and makeup.
I speed walk over to the locker area, and quickly open my locker, slamming my purse in and speed walk over to stacy.
“ ok im good! I say joining her side”
“Great! How do you think my hair looks?” she asks and does a 360.
“Awesome!” i say
“Good!” She closes her mirror and puts it away.
We walk into Mrs. Dover’s office that's to the right of the stage. We see Julian and Sophia already in the room when we walk in.
Julian is ok, he's never not nice but he doesn't make an effort to really talk to anyone. But he has a really good voice and killed it as Damian in Mean girls. He has dark hair that sweeps just over his eyes. He usually dresses in a short sleeve shirt and shorts like he is today. Today his eyes look really blue. He's sitting on a table near the back playing on his phone, maybe even listening to music.
Sophia is super nice, she always lends pencils and always helps out her tech and prop team out even if it means she goes home past 12. She was an awesome Caty and her vocals are beautiful. She has light brown hair with side swept bangs. Her eyes are dark brown and she's often sporting leggings and a hoodie. Most people don't bother talking to her because she’s standoffish but I find her super nice. She's friendly and if you crack her shell she’s an amazing friend and person.
After assessing the room for anyone else i turn my attention towards Mrs. D
“Hey Mrs. D! Do you already know what we're doing for the fall musical?” I say with a smile hoping she’ll answer.
“ well… maybe…but! You guys are going to have to wait till your class period just like everyone else.”
“I'm announcing it today”
“So can we know early? I promise i'll be quiet!” i plead.
“Nope!” she says with a smile at our prying
“Even if we bring you coffee?” Stacy says.
“ even if you bring coffee.” Mrs. D says.
‘ Finee’ I say giving up and start to fake pout.
Me and Stacy walk over past mrs. D’s desk and over to the couches and lounge area and set down our bags so that we can pull out our phones. Mrs. Dover’s office/classroom is really colorful. It has 2 lounge areas and 1 bean bag. The lounge area has a few couches forming a circle. Then the other area closer to the entrance door has a few single chairs that are plush. That area is probably the most classroom-like thing in the theater room.
The area has a few desks. Mrs. D also has a few books but most are records and books about improving singing, acting, and dramatics. Also some pamphlets for the tech team on lights and building. Mrs. D has posters all over her room, one of them are safety reminders while the others are plays and musicals we've done before. She also has photos of her with the cast for every one of them.
It's a regular thing that some theater kids come in in the morning to hang out and do homework. During tech week though its hell in here, random props will be everywhere and same with supplies like paint and nails. Though usually the hecticness of tech week stays on the stage.
I lean over when sitting on the couch to show Stacy a video on tiktok I thought was funny. Before remembering I don't know my classes yet.
“ Do you know if the schedules are out yet?” i ask stacy
“ No. they’re not.” someone butts in saying in a rude, matter-of-factly tone.
I look up to see who it was but before i could say anything stacy butts in
“No one asked you alex.’ says stacy
Alex. of course. It had to be alex. I let out a sigh realizing its going to be a long day
“Ok guys, chill out” Mrs. Dover says
He must've walked in and i didnt hear. He walks over to me and stacy. Standing tall, at a good 6’2
Alex Martin, tall, curly fluffy hair. And a total jerk wad. He was aaron samuels in mean girls, i would hate to admit it but he was ok. But it doesnt change the fact that I'd rather be dead than have to work with him. But turns out he's a theater geek. Lucky me.
“ ok blondie, but who said you needed to butt in” alex retorts back.
“Who asked you to answer Levi's question?” sarah says strongly
‘ i said cut it out you two ''
Mrs D never yells but she gives people a look which could very much count as yelling.
' fine.’ Alex goes and puts his bag next to the bean bag Mrs d has in her room. Then he plops down, phone in hand.
Alex Martin, the dickiest guy you'll ever meet. Total douche. As much as id like to say he isa delinquent no gooder. Hes not. Hes just a theater nerd with a smart mouth. He’s smart i gues since ive had classes with him before. Though our history isnt deep, he’s definitely earned my hate for him.
I go back to watching tiktoks until the homeroom bell rings, I pick up my backpack and check my phone for what home room I have this quarter. Great, Mr. williams. The geometry teacher
I walk down the hall and wave bye to Stacy as we separate to different classes. I take the. 3rd wing to building 11 so that I can get there faster. As I walk through the halls I notice all the couples, even some look like freshmen. Boy, they don’t know what they are going up against. Cheating scandals, pregnancies, and horny jocks make up this school. I doubt that their little middle schooler minds could wrap their heads around this. \
Walking into the geometry class that I so loathe, is like hell. It's as boring as I remember it. Plain walls, no cute decorations and stupid math joke posters. Like no one is going to get up lifted and laugh at “why is six afraid of seven? Because 7 ate 9” like… what. I get the joke, it's just stupid. I sit down at a random desk near the middle as the one minute bell rings.
“ ok class please check your phones to see what your schedule will look like today. In your 1st period today y'all will head down to the media center to get your chrome books. In the meantime here's a paper on where you want to end up in the future. For the seniors it’s mandatory and will be turned into the principle so that they can assign councilors to figure out college plans.” Mr. Williams says
“ For everyone else it's not mandatory but should be done, all papers are due at the end up home room tomorrow and will be turned in to the front office.”
“RINGG” the late bell rings and Mr. Williams turns around to close the door. Just as he’s about to low and behold good ole alex walks in.
“ Mr. Martin, you're late.”
“ barely.” he says, brushing by Mr. Williams through the crack in the door.
“ You're still late. Take your seat, you're the hook since it's the first day back.” mr williams says as he closes the door behind alex
“ thanks.” He takes the only seat left. The one right next to me on my left. Lucky me. Just my luck.
“Hey.” he says as he sets his stuff down, briefly looking at me.
“ hey.” i say not looking at him as mr. williams passes out the ‘ future me “ paper.
“ Do you know what we're supposed to be doing?” alex whispers
“ You would know if you were here.” i retort
“Don't be a bitch” he says back
“ I'm sure you get all the ladies with that one”
“ Sure do, banged a girl last night.”
“ Ok, TMI. but I'm not going to help you.”
“ See? Bitchy attitude.”
“ And this is why I don't want to help. You can't ask me for help then call me a bitch in the same sentence”
“Can and will,” he says.
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“What? Are you too delicate to be called a bitch? Should I just call you princess?” he continues
“ yeah hell no.” i say with a scowl
‘ Princesses shouldn't have foul mouths.
“ Mr. Martin, Mrs. Monroe, please stop talking.” Mr Williams butts in.
‘ sorry." I say as I turn my attention to my paper and Alex does the same.
I toss Alex a glare for getting me in trouble. He sends me one right back but it's accompanied with his tongue out at me.
