Steliar

7:45 P.M.

Grabbing a pen, I started to write as my hair kept falling in the way of my eyes. But the words that I didn't think of began to spill across the page. Ironically earlier today, I had spilled Hot chocolate on some paperwork of mine. But the words I was writing had nothing to do with my current thoughts But a general thought process of the day. I call it my daily quotes; sometimes, I have come across something I connect to and can be something that I think of on the spot.

"I realized today that I have stopped living. I'm trying to get to the next day, just living in the thought of tomorrow. I'm not living. I'm waiting. And the trouble is, I don't know what I'm exactly waiting on. I'm scared for what it might be." June Adams 10/02

8:12 P.M.

Writing my name and the date, I closed my journal. As my hair dangles out of my journal, I pull it out. Throwing it into the trash, I look up to my ceiling, covered in posters of my favorite music artists. AC/DC, The rolling stones, Green day, Queen, Aurora, Adele, and More covered the ceiling. My bed being new, felt uncomfortable. You see, tomorrow is my first day in a new school my dad got a business opportunity he couldn't pass. My mom, who works from home, didn't mind because she doesn't have any attachments to people in person.

Most people call her an introvert, not that she doesn't talk to people. She prefers saying her hello's in any other way besides in person, although my dad is a socialite. I've never understood how my dad, an extrovert fell in love with my mom. From what they both have told me, my dad was going through a hard time since his fiance had dumped him two months before the wedding and ran off with another guy. I know drama. Dad had decided to go to a dinner he used to frequent as a teen to distract himself; that's how he met mom. She was working there at the time, and he thought she was cute but didn't want to go through what just happened not too long ago. When they first met, my mom noticed that he looked like he was going through a rough time. She would always leave candy or a quirky note to cheer him up when taking his order. Mom also admits that she thought dad was her type, so part of her did it just to see if she had a shot going on a date. Dad would always go back there, and whenever mom was working, she would leave a note or a candy for him. Hearing that, I would always find my parents' love story sweet.

Sooner or later, my dad bucked up the courage and asked my mom on a date through a note. My mom still has that note, but I was always shocked to find out that my dad asked her out through a message. My mom started laughing because she never thought she would be asked on a date through a letter; from what I know, my mom tried so hard not to laugh at how he asked her on a date but still said yes. From then on, it was smooth sailing. They went on a couple more dates then announced they were dating officially. A couple of months later, they started working out a deal with someone trying to sell their house to try and do a rent-to-own. With that, they moved in together. After they paid off the house, my dad proposed, and they got married and had me.

When I turned three, my mom started an online business and charity fund to reduce plastic waste. Both became successful a couple of years after launching and became a brand. Her online business started selling plastic-free merchandise, and the charity became influential in improving our environment. And my dad started to move up the ranks in his job last year. Now I am no longer in my hometown, going to a school where I know no one. Since it also isn't even the beginning of a semester. I probably will have a more challenging time getting along with others. Although I am not a socialite like my mom, I still like to make at least a few friends or have someone to talk with. This town is decent and not far away from where my dad will be working. They didn't want me to grow up in a big city, so I will probably stick out like a sore thumb because this community is possibly very tight-knit, and I bet most if not all of my classmates grew up together since childhood. Great, now I'm making myself even more nervous. With that, I put in my earbuds and started to listen to Bones by Emily Finchum, a song that I've only heard a few times. With max volume as I lay on my bed with my eyes closed. Rolling over Humming to the music, I started to play games. Sooner or later, exhaustion caught up to me, and I fell asleep to my music playlist.

9:22 P.M.

Snow forms a path with holes and patterns but leads in one direction. Following the path, words are spoken like a whisper in my ear on repeat, "Nolite sequi viam nivis." The farther I go, the louder the voice till it is too loud next thing I hear is a low growl that makes it feel like my whole body has started to vibrate. Then I fell and felt like every part of my body was in pain, and with that pain, I woke up.

4:30 A.M.

Four hours till fist-period class.

Feeling sweat and pain, I got up to go to my bathroom. My hair that reaches my mid-back to lower waist stuck to me through my tank top, making me even more aware of the fact that I need to take a shower. Stripping down, I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes have dark circles under them, and it almost looks like I haven't slept for a week. My hair looks like a fuzzy mess with the red-brown shimmer of its natural color. Even though I am 17, My height hasn't changed since I was 12. I am still 5'2," and my body type is petite but curvy, so for me, I guess if I dress and acted appealing to most people, I'd probably be the girl that people would forget the face of but remember the body. I know that sounds terrible, but in almost every society, it's the body of a woman that matters. Looking at myself closer in the mirror, my grey-green eyes seemed to glow like emeralds as I checked to see if I needed to put any acne medicine on my face. Like most teens, I struggle with acne, so I usually deliver acne medicine monthly to reduce breakouts.

Leaning back, I turned on the water, getting it to a temperature that makes my skin red due to how hot I have it, but it relaxed me, and the muscles in pain no longer hurt, and I stood there for what felt like only an hour. Unfortunately, my alarm went off, making me aware that I should get out of the shower and get ready for the first day of school.

5:30 A.M.

Three hours till first-period class.

Stepping out of the shower, I brushed my hair, putting gel through it to help lessen my hair breaking on me. I started to dry my hair while humming the song seven nation army. With that, I dried off my body while ensuring that I got everything shaved on my legs when I was in the shower. Putting on deodorant, I brushed my teeth and rinsed out my mouth with mouthwash. And with that, I only put on a little makeup to hide the dark circles that make me look like I'm a zombie while wearing liner and mascara to help make my look even with a bit of gloss. Soon I finished with my makeup and my hair. Now dry, I braided my hair into a french braid and stepped out of my bathroom. With a bra on and a baggy top that reaches my knees, I put on leggings, put in my wireless headphones, and put on some music, heading downstairs. I saw my mom in the kitchen holding her tea as if it was the only thing in the world that she needs even though most people would do that with coffee.

6:15 A.M.

Two hours and 15 minutes till 1st period.

Some would think my mom was a supermodel with no makeup and decent clothes. If they saw her now, they would realize a fact about her. She is not a morning person. "Hi mom, did you decide to drink tea?" Stepping into the kitchen, my mom smiled softly even though I could tell she was trying hard not to fall over from exhaustion. "The kettle is still on the stove and hot if you want some." Grabbing my favorite cup, I poured the tea while adding sugar. "June, do you want me to drive you to school, or do you want to take the car yourself?" Knowing full well, I can drive to work by myself.

I looked at examined mom to make sure she was in any condition to drive. "Mom, you look like your about to keel over dead. I think I can handle driving myself to school." Nodding her head, she yawned and Kissed my forehead, wrinkling her nose and making a face that was like she took a bite of a lemon. "Decided to wear makeup?" Looking at my mom, I realized she most likely didn't put in her contacts. "Yeah, I woke up looking like the walking dead and decided I didn't want to leave that kind of impression on my classmates." Giggling, my mom patted my head. "Well, my little zombie, even if you did look like a background zombie from the walking dead, I will still think you are gorgeous with or without makeup. Although I still dislike getting the taste of makeup on my lips." Okay, my mom is corny, but she loves unconditionally. "Make sure to call or text me when you get to school and don't forget your bag. I made sure it had all of your paperwork, and if any kid or adult tries to start shit with you, call me. We can both beat them up." Okay, my mom is excellent as well. "I'm going to go to bed; otherwise, I might do as you said I would when it comes to keeling over dead." Walking away while carrying her tea, my mom stumbled back to their room.

7:05 A.M.

One hour and 25 minutes till 1st period.

Looking at my phone, I grabbed some breakfast bars and grabbed the car keys that had the garage opener. Going into the garage, I opened the doors and stepped into the pickup, and started the car, backing and closing the door behind me from the vehicle. I drove the school. The school looked like a mixture of a modern-day masterpiece and a historic castle going to the parking lot. "Wow" Grabbing my bag and parking the car, I looked at the school in bewilderment. The school doesn't look like a small-town building for a school. It seems like a private school having a water garden in the back and a tea time area along the side. This is like a real-life version of the school for this one anime. For the life of me, I can't think of the title now, but I will probably try to watch it when I get home. At least there isn't a strict dress code like that anime, though. Grabbing my bag, I head inside and try to find the main office from the back of a paper that has general instructions on where is what.

8:03 A.M

27 minutes till 1st period.