Feels Just Like We're Losing Control
Keep Telling Yourself That
I unplugged my flatiron and messed up my hair a little. I looked good for my first day of high school. My eyeliner was perfect. I was wearing my new silver lip rings, tight black jeans, and my black Taking Back Sunday shirt. Damn, I was fine.
"Rob, hurry up! It takes ten minutes to walk to school!" my mom yelled up the stairs.
I ran to my room and grabbed my backpack. It was heavy with all the new school supplies my mom had gone crazy buying. I grunted and lifted it on my back.
"Take something to eat on the way," my mom said.
I sighed and grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen.
"Bye Mom," I said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Have a good day," she told me, barely looking up from the newspaper.
I left the house and walked quickly up the hill. I ate my granola bar quickly and kept my eye on where I was headed: Greene High School. High school was going to be fun. I'd date a million girls, lose my virginity, and make tons of cool new friends. It was going to be awesome. I got more butterflies when I made it to the front door of the school. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked inside.
I was immediately shoved aside by a huge boy with curly hair.
"Watch it, freak!" he yelled at me.
I ignored him and kept walking. My schedule had said that my first period was Mr. Lawrence in C-5. I knew where that was, so I walked the familiar way to his room. On the way I checked out all the girls. They really weren't all that great looking, but I told myself that I would find prettier ones.
Once I found the door, I slowly walked inside to find a seat. Not in the front, definitely. The teacher might spit. Not in the back. I'd just seem like I had something to hide. There was an open seat by the window with nobody around it. That would be a good choice. I walked to my seat and sat down, noticing the cool maps and globes all over the room. This class might be my favorite.
High school would be great.
"Rob, hurry up! It takes ten minutes to walk to school!" my mom yelled up the stairs.
I ran to my room and grabbed my backpack. It was heavy with all the new school supplies my mom had gone crazy buying. I grunted and lifted it on my back.
"Take something to eat on the way," my mom said.
I sighed and grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen.
"Bye Mom," I said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Have a good day," she told me, barely looking up from the newspaper.
I left the house and walked quickly up the hill. I ate my granola bar quickly and kept my eye on where I was headed: Greene High School. High school was going to be fun. I'd date a million girls, lose my virginity, and make tons of cool new friends. It was going to be awesome. I got more butterflies when I made it to the front door of the school. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked inside.
I was immediately shoved aside by a huge boy with curly hair.
"Watch it, freak!" he yelled at me.
I ignored him and kept walking. My schedule had said that my first period was Mr. Lawrence in C-5. I knew where that was, so I walked the familiar way to his room. On the way I checked out all the girls. They really weren't all that great looking, but I told myself that I would find prettier ones.
Once I found the door, I slowly walked inside to find a seat. Not in the front, definitely. The teacher might spit. Not in the back. I'd just seem like I had something to hide. There was an open seat by the window with nobody around it. That would be a good choice. I walked to my seat and sat down, noticing the cool maps and globes all over the room. This class might be my favorite.
High school would be great.