• Waking to a bright burning sun is what I planned seeing, but got flushing water pools instead.
    'Could this get any worse' I thought jumping out of my bed rushing to my window busting the curtains away.
    ''Thunder, just what I needed''
    Picking up my baby blue sweater from the floor that I wore yesterday intimidated me. Who would wear the same thing the next day, well that would be me. Black sparkly jeans that are long for me to eve begin with hung over my mirror waiting to be squeezed into. It wasn't fun finding shoes since there all packed up.
    ''Guin come get your lunch''
    Jennifer, my step mom called half way up the stairs. I fell on the floor pulling my pants up. Today is my first day of school at west high, and so far it’s not going the way I planned. I'm nervous to speak and I woke up way late.
    ‘‘Come on your going to be late''
    My dad shouted this time from the bottom of the stairs. I rushed out my room with my book bag carrying my shoes. Entering the room, I grabbed my car keys off the kitchen counter. Jennifer and my dad looked up from their newspapers, curious looks on their faces. Snatching a bagel from the middle of the table then running out to my grey Carola slipping my flats on. When I got to school I sat in the parking lot thinking of all those kids in there. What would they think of me? Would I even be able to make more new friends? Oh well, I knew I would have to go in anyway. So I minas well go before I'm late. Counting how many times I stopped in the hallway, I was extremely nervous to even go in the class. Sounds never came out like everyone was dead or something. I took a deep breath curling my fingers around my book bag holding on to it with a tight grip. A squeak came from the door scratching my hearing. Unable to escape the stares is what frightened me the most. The teacher stopped writing on the board with her chalk. Red flowing hair with a tint of burgundy, thin eye brows, deep aqua eyes and a figure even teenage boys would not be afraid to look at. She must have been the most beautiful lady I have ever seen in Denver. Her small waved in front snapping me out of my gaze.
    '' Your Guinwa right?''
    I nodded still shocked how beautiful she looked. The voice was as if a violin took its place with every word.
    '' My name is Ms. Brook and your seat is in the right back by Johnny''
    My eyes wondered, darting across the room to check for any more fascinating beauties but none were seen. A window seat, just what I needed if I get bored. As I set trying to not avert any attention my way, something had fell on my desk, a piece of paper.