The Wrong Jonas

"Wow, that sunset is so beautiful..." I trailed off as I was staring dreamily at the ocean shore sunset.

Joe turned to me and said, "Not as beautiful as you." A small smile appeared on his face.

I turned my head towards him and we locked eyes. Then his face got closer to mine, until we were only inches apart. We got a little closer and...

"Alyssa, get up! You're going to be late for school!"

I jerked up in bed as my mom screamed in my ear. I groaned and let my head fall back on my pillow.

"Alyssa!" My mom screamed again.

"I'M GETTING UP!"

I slowly got out of bed and threw some gray sweat pants on with a white t-shirt. Then I put on my dark blue Uconn hoodie.

Today was the last day of school until spring break. After school today, I'll go with the Jonas Brothers on tour for the week. And apparently today, I didn't care how I looked.

I have long, curly, blond hair. It looks almost white, but there's a small tint of yellow in it. I get so many compliments on the color. What can I say? Everyone loves me.

I didn't bother to straighten my hair. I just brushed it and let it fall down my back. It's parted in the middle.

I walk to school every morning, since it's only a few blocks away. And I'm too lazy to get up early in the morning to jog, so there's my exercise. Yeah, I know. Not your typical popular girl. Like I said: my life, my rules.

English class:

Crap. I forgot to study, now I don't know what the heck I'm doing. I'm tapping my pen nervously. When are we actually going to use diagramming when we get older, anyway? This is so stupid.

But, this is what I get for not studying. Then a thought popped into my head: my dream last night.

What is that supposed to mean? Joe? Why couldn't it have been Nick? I mean... seriously.

Whatever, back to the test.