"Beep! Beep! Beep!" my alarm clock blared out.
I groaned as I looked over at the time…5:30AM. Ugh! School sucks, I thought. Going through my morning routine, I got up and took a shower, and then I brushed my teeth. I lazily walked over to my closet and took about an eon trying to figure out what to wear. You see, high school is like the ocean, it has a thousand types of different groups. It's basically a large food chain, and I, Claire Matthews, was a freaking guppy. I finally decided what to wear: long-sleeve off-white shirt, a pair of old dark-was skinny jeans, and tan UGG boots. I walked to the only bathroom in the house, hoping my older sister, Tammie, didn't already occupy it. Thankfully, she wasn't awake yet. Otherwise, she would have taken hours just to "fix" her perfect honey hair. Unlike my sister, I have basic brown choppy hair and pale ivory skin. My sister had my parent's tan complexion and golden hair. I stuck out like a sore thumb in my family. My sister used to tell me I was adopted and I actually believed it. That is until my mother said I looked like my great-grandmother, so much for being adopted. Anyways, I put my bark-colored hair up into a messy ponytail and looked in the mirror. I thought I looked okay. I try to be a positive person and appreciate how wonderful high school was. Who am I kidding? High school sucks. I glanced at the clock; it read…6:15AM, Time to eat breakfast. I grabbed a granola bar and my school bag. "Bye mom! Bye Dad!" I called out, not waiting for their reply. Walking down the step of my house, I thought of what the day would bring.
I hope I don't run into Jasmine Kinsley, I can just imagine her flipping her coal-colored hair and glaring at me with her cold crystal eyes. She was the most poplar girl at Portland High School. (Portland. As in, Portland Maine). Jasmine thought it was her job to make my life absolutely miserable. Don't even get me started on her "Friend with benefits", Derek freaking Chance, a.k.a. the most poplar guy at school. He has blonde hair and dark blue eyes that mot girl's swoon over. Notice I said most girls. Derek is the most annoying, selfish, cutest, sexist- Wait! Did I just say 'cutest'? Anyways, he's a jerk; lets just leave it at that. I shook my head and walked to school.
I walked in, keeping my head down avoiding everyone's stares. They make me uncomfortable, you know? Anyways, I walked to my locker and put in the combination (42, 9, 12) and grabbed my chemistry notes. I looked at my calendar and smiled at how cheesy I could be. My neat handwriting said:
Have A Great Day Claire!
That was me, Ms. Positive. That was sarcasm by the way.
Where was I? Oh right.
I closed my eyes, sighed, and closed my locker. I turned around and felt a pair of eyes piercing my back. I turned around and saw the one and only Derek freaking Chance smirking at me. SMIRKING. AT. ME. Why you ask? I don't know. I smiled a bit and rolled my eyes, when suddenly my face was smashed against the dirty floor. I looked up and noticed a smiling Jasmine. My brain instantly told me what happened. Jasmine tripped me in front of the popular crowd. I could hear her friends laughing, but no matter how embarrassed I was, I forced myself to look up. Jasmine and her snotty groupies were laughing their heads off. I could feel tears building up in my eyes and tried to blink them away. I wasn't going to give Jasmine the satisfactory of seeing me break down. Apparently, they got tired of making my life a living hell and they walked away in their four-inch heels. "Later loser!" one of the guys said, causing her friends to laugh again. I stayed on the ground until I heard the "Click-Clack" of their shoes fade. Thank gods they're gone, I thought as I picked myself up. I looked up and saw Derek staring at me. Not his usual sarcastic, cocky stare, but a sad stare, almost as if he was concerned. In fact, he wasn't even smiling. He glanced at me once more before turning away in the direction that Jasmine had gone.