|1.1| Bulletproof Plan✓

I | She Shoots, She Scores

Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened.

-Dr. Seuss

I | SHE SHOOTS, SHE SCORES

"Okay, so it's either this one or..." I pondered aloud to Veronica as I held up the other hanger - this clothing was simple but cute, "this one."

People liked to call her Veronica, Ronnie, scoffed - a snotty attitude radiated from her. "You're not thinking of wearing either of those, are you?" She stared in disgust through my phone, a face that clearly said 'I hate both' shown. But, of course, I always expected this attitude from Ronnie - her being my best friend and all, I grew to accept her criticism.

Even though I expected this sort of response, I frowned and rested both outfits I'd picked out onto my bed.

"Let me see if I can find something else," I murmured, a minor annoyance in my speech. I moved towards my large closet, keeping in mind Ronnie's taste as I sieved through my hung-up clothing.

"Uh-huh, good," Ronnie said - pleased, before continuing with, "oh, and do not even try to wear that ugly ass green sweater you wore on the last day of school." Ronnie consoled, and I bit my lip as I was about to pull out that exact sweater.

"But my aunt got me that for Christmas!" I pointed out, complaining.

I looked to my phone as Ronnie, once again, scoffed through the screen. "Violetta, the sweater has Santa Claus on it! Who the hell wears Christmas outfits during summer?" Ronnie exclaimed, annoyed. Her point was a given, though.

I sighed. "You're always the expert when it comes to fashion, Ronnie."

She ignored my response and instead suggested something to wear. "Try that cute, white top you have with the black skirt,"

I immediately pulled out the outfit she suggested and showed her to be sure. "This one?" She nodded and smiled, satisfied.

"Perfect!" She complimented, gaining a soft smile from me, "now you are officially ready to look hot on your first day of junior year."

I looked at the clock on my wall and turned back to Ronnie, "I have to hurry up and get ready before my Mom starts shouting, tell Chase I'll meet you guys at school!" Before she could respond, I quickly turned off the facetime call before getting changed.

I looked at myself in the mirror and nodded in approval of my appearance. I combed through my blonde hair before putting it into a half ponytail, letting parts of my hair dangle in front of my face.

"Alright, the first day of junior year, no big deal," I gritted my teeth together, already feeling like throwing up. Anxiety started to eat at me as I thought more about my first day back.

Distracting myself, I quickly placed my phone in my school bag and went out of my room. I knocked on my little brother's door on the way downstairs, "Cole, hurry up so I can drop you off at school!" I shouted as I continued to knock on his door with loud bangs.

"I'm coming!" He shouted, muttering "jeez" afterward. My thirteen-year-old brother emerged from his room, slamming the door behind him. His light brown hair was swept over his face, and his lips were slightly chapped.

I raised an eyebrow at him as I took in his disheveled self. "Cole, did you even bother to take a shower?" I asked, and he sniffed his armpits, checking if his body odor smelt terrible.

"Eh," he shrugged, adjusting his school bag on his back as he walked past me to go downstairs. I rolled my eyes and followed his trail as we soon entered the kitchen.