Her 1st year

Ms. High School

My alarm starts buzzing and I quickly tap snooze. I look at the clock and it says 5:45. I hate waking up so early. In middle school, I would wake up an hour from now at 6:45. Okay. Five more minutes is all I need, then I'll get up. Before I can even shut my eyes, my dad bursts through my door with the hall light shinning in my room.

"Hey Ms.High School get up out that bed! You don't wanna be late for your first day, do ya?" he says playfully.

"Actually, yes daddy I would", I say "I don't want to go becuase I hate people in the morning and you're a perfect example why." I groan.

  The smile that was on his face is now gone as he says "Get the hell up little girl and get ready befo I drag you out the bed-"

"Alright! Alright! man I hear you!" I laugh at him.

  "Don't start with me Naomi; I haven't had my coffee and smoked my medicine yet." He warns me then leaves the room closing the door behind him leaving my room dark.

I hop out of bed turning on my light then stroll over to my bathroom.  I look in the mirror and I can't deny that I look like hell. But I couldn't help it. Last night I couldn't get to sleep.  The excitement of a new school year and a new school kept me up all night. Will I make new friends? Will people like me? What if I'm so unique people think I'm a weirdo. My mind wandered all night long. I should have listened to my I big brother Daniel when he told me to take two tablespoons of Nyquil before bed in order to fall asleep. Damn.

I begin brushing my teeth. I wash my face with black soap then I wipe my face down with rose water. Next, I put a bit of oil and aloe cream on my face. After that I'm fully awake. I stare at myself getting one good last look before I'm forever corrupted by the hardships of high school.  I shake that bad thought out of my head but I know there's some truth in my dramatic thought.

  "Stop it, Naomi." I tell myself. "Everything will be fine."

I start to untwist my hair and I have to admit that my light brown hair has gotten pretty long this Summer.  I mentally pat myself on the back for getting braids in my hair during the Summer. This Summer heat is no joke in California. I wouldn't have been able to manage my hair with all the things I had to do. Ten minutes later, I'm finally done. Being a natural has its perks. It never takes me a long time do my hair in the morning nor do I have to worry about heat damage. I pick out my curly fro a little and admire my unique look. Before I was a natural, I hated my hair and brown skin. I wanted my hair to always be straight and perfect, avoiding the possibility of someone calling my hair, "nappy". Just recently I've grown to love it along with these hazel eyes. Getting caught in my thoughts, I forgot I never chose an outfit for today.

I could go girly and wear a long sundress but then again, I'm not too sure of the dress code. I search for the perfect outfit and think simplicity is key. I put on black ripped jeans with a simple white v neck and checkered vans. This is a look that I like but I doubt I will be the only person wearing it.

"Ughhhh!" I say in frustration.

My dad knocks on my door telling me I needed to hurry so I wouldn't miss the bus. At this point I'm over everything. I throw on a burgundy skater dress and tan toms with hoop earrings. I check myself out in the mirror pleased. My butt looks great in this dress. But I don't want the wrong kind of attention so I wrap a jean shirt around my waste to cover it. I grab my backpack then make my way downstairs for a quick breakfast.

I decide on a nature valley granola bar, a banana and water as I walk out of my now empty house. My dad leaves the house at 6:30 for work. He's a lawyer for some big time firm trying to start up his own. My mom works night shifts at the hospital as a nurse. Meanwhile my brother Daniel just recently moved into his own apartment twenty minutes away. He's starting his first year of college this fall trying to follow in dad's footsteps. I'm not holding my breath about that.