The way my alarm clock rang, I knew I was going to have a bad day. I sighed; I was always right when it came to me having bad days but wrong when it came to have good ones. I hurried into the shower and opened the hot water, only to find cold water pour over me. I shivered but made do with what I had. When I was done, I brushed my teeth in the icy water and blow dried my hair at the same time. A dangerous habit I picked up from my mom.
I dressed in my favorite polyester dress that reached up to my knees, with white panty hose and black high heals. I was going for the Catholic girl look. My medium straight black hair was in a tight bun and I put on my aqua colored contacts making my already blue eyes more of an aqua. I ran downstairs to the breakfast table where my mom left me two Rice Krispie treats, and one apple cinnamon Nutri-Grain cereal bar. I assumed that was my breakfast and my lunch for the day. One of these days, I was going to shove it down my throat and choke to death.
I grabbed my long trench coat, and began my ten minute walk to Bridgeville High. As I walked, a speeding car splashed me with muddy water from yesterday's rain. Good thing I wore that coat. I returned the favor by screaming out curses and giving the guy a couple fingers. By nature, I looked around and saw that people were looking at me, one of them my long time crush, Sam who was also my next door neighbor.
"Hey Sam."
"Candy," he said formally and walked across the street in an impolite effort to avoid me.
I mentally slapped myself for not bringing my squishy ball with me to squeeze out the anger. The clouds were gray and covering the sun, symbolizing rain would start soon. I hurried along and arrived at school breaking my record from ten minutes to eight minutes. How exciting my life is.
When I went to homeroom my new teacher, Mr. Stiles, did something that made me realize we were not going to get along so well this year.
"Candace Jacobs, will you please introduce yourself to the class?" Mr. Stiles said.
I sighed. I hated public speaking and my initial plan was to lay low and be invisible during the year. He just ruined it for me. I trudged to the front of the classroom.
"Well Mr. Stiles just told you my name so just call me Candy," I said briefly.
"What are your interests, Ms. Jacobs?" Mr. Stiles asked. He was just not letting this go.
"I am interested in sitting," I mumbled a little too loud. The class erupted in laughter. Mr. Stiles glared at me.
"Since you are so interested in sitting, you can sit during free period today. Now please, take your seat," he said.
Oh wow, I can’t stand outside in the freezing cold for thirty minutes. How will I ever live. Besides I used that time to read anyway and I doubt the book would change in the given amount of time. It didn't really affect me at all. Then Mr. Stiles did something that really irked me. He asked all the new students to raise their hands, welcomed them, then told them to put their hands down, without introducing themselves. It could have been to just avoid what happened with me, but I was still outraged.
"Un-freakin'-believable," I said.
"Don't let Mr. Stiles bug you. He's really not that bad. Hey, I'm Josh," the boy next to me said holding out his hand.
I shook it and said, "I'm Candy."
"Nice to meet you," he replied and he kissed the top of my hand.
I know he was probably trying to be charming but all I could think about was, what a freak. His eyes seemed to brighten as if he just found his soul mate. I knew right then and there that the laying low thing was definitely not going to work out so much.
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