Unforgettable

Back to School

"Blake, wake up... You have to get ready for your first day back to school, honey," my Mom yells up the stairs as she's making breakfast. Mm, eggs and toast. My favorite!

"Ugh," I internally groan while I throw my pillow over my face to block out the southern California sun. Summer has officially ended.

"Why? Why do I have to go to school?" I say to myself as I begin peeling the sheets off of me. I mean, I'm not bad at school, I get really good grades and I work pretty hard for them. That's why I haven't been to a single party during high school. I'm always doing homework or studying. My mom says it will lower my grades if I go to parties, and if that happens, then I won't be able to get into my dream college: Pepperdine.

I finally get the will power to drag my lazy body out of bed. I walk, more like hunched over with my hands out to the side grabbing my walls so I don't fall over, and turn my shower on. While I wait for it to warm up to my desired temperature, I walk over to my closet to pick out today's outfit.

I choose a simple, white tank top and light washed high waisted shorts. I could honestly care less on what I look like at school, but my Mom has a totally different opinion on that. She believes that I should always put my best foot forward because I never know who I might see. It's her lawyer coming out in her. I on the other hand have nobody to impress but myself, so I just dress in what feels comfortable for me. I know I'll get a disappointed look when I go downstairs soI decide to add a small charm necklace that my grandma got me when she went to Greece. Hopefully my mom won't judge me as hard.

After stepping out of the shower, I get dressed and blow-dry my blonde hair. Deciding to throw it up into a pony-tail, I decide I might as well curl the ends so I don't look like complete trash. I then apply light makeup so I at least look presentable, but don't overdo it like some of the clowns at my high school. God, it's like if it just rains one day, my school would be flooded with mascara, lipstick and foundation. It's awful.

There's a small two beat knock on my door and I know it's Ashton. I hear it slowly open, probably making sure that I'm not stark naked. Oh God, do you know how embarrassing that would be? I just, I couldn't.

"Blake, Mom says it's time for breakfast." I peak my head out from my bathroom and nod my head. I finish my last swipe of mascara and place it back in my makeup bag. I walk over to my backpack and place it on my left shoulder and make my way downstairs, prepared to be criticized about my outfit. Awesome.

"Mmm, something smells good," I say while taking a couple scoops of eggs and two slices of toast. Kissing up always seems to work right?

"Blake..." My Mom begins and I know she's disappointed in my fashion choice. It's laced in her voice that's for sure. But it's the same every morning. I try to wear something I like for once, but it always gets shot down.

"I know, I know. But look, I added some jewelry," I say with hope in my voice that maybe just this once she'll let me wear what I want.

"I guess that's fine," she gives my outfit a once over again. "The necklace is a nice touch, I just wish that, especially on your first day of senior year, you'd dress up a little more." My back is to her so I roll my eyes. One more year and I'm out. Just one more year. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and family to death, but sometimes I just want to live on my own with my own rules.

I quickly finish my breakfast and make my way to the front door where Ash is waiting. He has his keys in his left hand, spinning them around his finger, and his phone in the other, most likely checking his Twitter feed.

"You ready?" I ask him and he looks up from his phone for a minute to look at me and nod.

"I'm driving today," I tell him. He looks at me as if I've just grown two heads. He chuckles and says, "Oh no no no dear sister. Last time I let you drive, you stalled it four times at one intersection."