It is the first day of ninth grade. I wake up to my alarm, which I set at 5:30 am. I'm switching from a small school, to a bigger school. I honestly don't know what to expect.
I get up and put on my outfit. I go into the bathroom and straighten my hair, and put a lot of makeup on my face. I think I look nice. I put on my fake converse and head downstairs.
I go downstairs, where breakfast is waiting for me. I eat my breakfast and my mom walks with me to the bus stop, where she waits with me to make sure I get on the right bus. I got on the right bus.
I go to school, shocked. I don't know much people, besides my classmates from last year. A teacher announces "all new ninth graders, please follow me."
I take my Victoria's Secret backpack and follow my homeroom teacher to my homeroom. It's nice I guess. I talk to a girl named Rachel who sits behind me. She's nice. She could be a new friend.
I look at who is sitting in front of me. I look at him.
"Hi. I'm Rosie. What's your name?"
"I'm Jacob."
