Trapped

Chapter 2

Edited Sep. 23-24, 2020

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Chapter 2:

I awake to the sound of my phone beeping. Groaning, I turn off the insufferable alarm. I roll over onto my back with my arms spread out around me. Why do I have to be awake this early in the morning? We can't school start just an hour later? I never understood how whoever created high school thought that students would be able to learn as early as seven in the morning. My brain doesn't start to really function until at least around ten am. So why torture us this way? If it's to prepare us for the real world, I'll let you know my mom's old job didn't start until eight, so unfair.

What if I get lost today? If I need to ask for help? Everyone is going to be staring at me and I don't want that kind of attention. Why did we have to move again? That's right, freedom from my father and judgment. I never got to tour the school before today, so I don't have any clue how big the school is. What if it's like a maze? Lots of classrooms and confusing hallways? What if the teachers are rude about me being late if I end up getting lost? Some teachers can be like that. Thankfully I never encountered such teachers in my life, but there's always that possibility when you move. What if I don't make any friends? I don't want to spend the rest of my high school life friendless and lonely. I don't immediately think I'll be an outcast, but each place is different. I might not fit the criteria to find a friend group.

I climb out of bed and grab my clothes for today, unable to keep thinking about all the negative possibilities of today. I enter the bathroom and hop in to take a quick, warm shower. I quickly wash my hair and body and proceed to shave, not wanting to have hairy legs and armpits on my first day. Who would? I don't want to be dubbed as the school's Sasquatch on my first day.

I change into my clothes and head to my room to grab my makeup bag. I also grab a pair of socks and put them on while sitting on the edge of my bed. I head to the bathroom because so far, that's the only room with a mirror. I find my blow dryer and curling iron and start drying and curling my hair into loose curls. My hair shines and brushes the middle of my back once I finish. I organize my make-up on the counter and start applying a nude eyeshadow that's a couple shades darker than my actual lid. Eyeliner is the next thing in my routine, a simple black liquid liner that has been loyal to me for months. I apply a thin straight line to my top eyelid. I use my trusty eyelash curler to curl my lashes before picking up my length enhancing mascara and brushing it on my lashes. I apply a light nude/pink lip gloss to my lips. My entire effect is natural, but to emphasize the strengths I have. I study myself one last time before making the decision that I look good enough. I won't attract too much attention by going for the natural look. I've never been one to go for the over the top make-up looks anyways.

I head downstairs and into the kitchen, opening the cupboards, looking for something to eat. I may be nervous, but I'm still hungry. I find some honey nut cheerios and grab a bowl, pour the cereal and add a large amount of milk. I grab a spoon and start eating.

I honestly hope I don't get too nauseous today. I hope I don't get lost or walk into the wrong classroom and make a fool of myself. I already have 'new girl' status, I don't need to embarrass myself too. I know for sure people will want to get a look at the new girl who started two weeks into the year, they'll already judge me for that.

By the time I finish eating and place my bowl in the sink my mom has come down to eat. She eats the same cereal I did. I head upstairs to find the backpack that contains my school supplies that we purchased before we started the long trip here. We decided before leaving that we should get the basic things I would need so we don't have to rush when we got into town. Just another thing my mom was hoping would make this move a little easier for me. Once I find the simple purple backpack I head back downstairs to wait for my mom to finish so she can drive me to school.