Ew. I looked at myself in the mirror, and the only thing that came to mind was ew. How could anybody love me? Oh wait, they don't.
It was the first day of 10th grade, and I was not ready. I have bad social anxiety and I'm not good at making friends. I have one or two really close friends, but that was it.
As I looked at myself in my dirty mirror I listed off the things I need to change about myself.
1. My hair
-frizzy. frizzy. frizzy. It's long, and curly, and frizzy. I've tried so many things to get it to look good but nothing works. It really just doesn't seem to want to change.
2. My face
-acne. acne. acne. I didn't have terrible acne, but it was there. I hate it. My eyebrows are bushy, my nose is too big, and I'm very pale, even though I live in fricken California.
3. My body
-fat. fat. fat. I'm 5'7 and 120 pounds. That was too much for me too be. My thighs are huge and my butt is small. I really needed to work out, but never found the motivation to. Now that I think about it, I don't have much motivation at all.
4. My wardrobe
-ugly. ugly. ugly. I have no sense of style whatsoever. my wardrobe mostly consisted of jeans and band t-shirts. I've never really had any girl friends to go shopping with.
"Casey!" I heard my mom screaming my name from downstairs, "Hurry up you're gonna be late!"
I flattened down my hair with my hand, slid my vans on, and ran out of my bedroom and towards the stairs. My mom was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a big smile on her face. Oh god.
"Excited?" She asked me
I shook my head and ran past her to grab a granola bar.
"Bye mom," I gave her a kiss on the cheek and turned towards the door, "I'll cya after school."
"Bye sweety. Have a great first day!" Unlikely.
I grabbed my longboard from the garage and started riding to Brandon's house. Brandon is my best friend. We've lived in the same neighborhood for practically our entire lives. He wasn't considered a loser, but he wasn't considered popular either.
I rode up his driveway and walked into his house as he was putting his shoes on.
"Hey Cas" He looked up at me with his big blue eyes. He actually was pretty good looking.
He had big blue eyes and brown shaggy hair. He played sports so he was pretty athletic. He was a little bit taller than me, and of course had a six pack. His personality was ever better though. He was the sweetest thing you'd ever meet. He puts everyone before himself, and he is a very loyal friend. He could get a girl if he wanted one, but I guess he doesn't.
"You ready?" He stood up from tying his shoes and looked at me.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I replied. He smiled at me and walked away to grab his board.
"What do you think this year will be like?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean... do you think it'll be a good year for us? Well, for me. It's always okay for you." he laughed at that comment.
"Cas, you got this. I'll be by your side every step of the way."
I smiled at him and walked back outside. I grabbed my board and we rode off to school. Brandon was in front of me, and I watched him twist and turn on his board.
Thank God, I have him, I thought to myself.