We start at the night before Bee's first day of high school. Poor kid's nervous out of her mind. Why? She's just like that, unfortunately. Ironically, she has no problem getting on stage and belting out a solo, but God forbid she go to the big, bad high school.
In fact, she got no sleep whatsoever. Yup. All those hours. Wide awake.
She gets up at six, takes a shower, gets dressed, drinks some milk, gags from being so nervous, walks around with a towel around her shoulders, then finally goes out to get the bus.
Unfortunately, it came ten minutes ago.
Bee instead gets a ride from her older neighbors, who drove across town to pick up their friends and chain-smoked. By the time Bee walks into the high school she smells like an ash tray. Not a good impression.
In fact, one boy walking by her said, "I smell pot already."
So not only is Bee a tired, nervous freshman, she is also an alleged pothead.
Bee feels exhausted by the middle of first period. First period!
She goes and meets the nurse. The cots are as hard as rocks.
The nurse makes her go to guidance. Why? Search me.
Bee finally gives up by period three. She can't focus and she feels like crap.
She calls Mom and goes home, and takes a long, lovely nap.
Unfortunetely, she not only missed English, Latin, and Global Civ, she missed RCA (Regional Center for the Arts), which she'd been looking forward to all summer and won't go back to until Tuesday. Damn it.
The end.
Yes, this was my first day of high school.
Pleasant, no?
You can laugh if you want, I don't mind. I think it's pretty funny myself.
Definitely something I'll include in my autobiography years from now.
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