Anxiety

Today was the day. All new high school, all new friends/people, all new teachers meaning all new outfits. Duh. Ha no. Although dressing up was my favourite part of going to school (the only good thing about it), right now all I could think about was walking in the hallways and being stared at as being the new kid. I knew i wasn't that important for people to stare at me but come on, when you see a new student at school you can't help but stare. It's literally the inevitable.

After I had showered, for an hour might I add, I threw on an oversized shirt just so I could actually do my makeup without having to hold a towel around me. Anyone who did that whilst they did their makeup or hair had powers that I wished I had.

I would normally do my makeup at my vanity but I was literally so nervous I wasn't even thinking straight. I stood in my bathroom, my makeup all over the counter, staring at myself in the mirror.

"Okay you're cute" I whispered to myself. "You're not cute but just tell yourself you're cute because you have to be cute I mean come on it's Calabasas"

I was on the route to insanity.

I finally allowed myself to at least do my makeup which of course I enjoyed doing as usual.

I then blow dried my hair before straightening it and then leaving my bathroom.

Finally, after so long of pacing around I had picked out something good enough for the first day of school. I didn't really want to impress anyone but I guess first impressions mattered right?

I wore a black and white cropped top with white high waisted jeans, and a pair of black converse. Simple but hopefully not too simple. I wore my Cartier bracelet that my mom got for my birthday and the matching rings before finally leaving my room.

As I sat there eating my breakfast my mom stood across me giving me a prep talk which I obviously acted like I was listening to.

"And the most important thing, one you must remember, cherish, are you listening?" She said making me frown looking at her, what was she actually talking about. I nodded.

"Bring home a boy who can at least speak a language other than English please darling"

I burst out in to laughter as I heard my dad scoff.

"Please don't bring home any boys, honey you shouldn't be encouraging her" dad said annoyed as she just rolled her eyes.

"You gotta understand that our daughter is a little hottie, she's no longer your little girl anymore, if she finds someone I just want to make sure he has a little culture in him" she nodded to herself as if she were agreeing to herself making me laugh, she was a character.

"Will you guys be home when I get back?" I asked as I placed my bowl in the sink.

"No- why are you planning to bring a boy back?" My dad interrupted my mom.

"Brian honestly you need to stop scaring the poor girl. No honey, so make sure you eat something because I won't be home until a little later considering it's my first day, and our father is never home anyway so don't wait for him" she said jokingly before quickly pulling me out of the kitchen before he could argue.

"Have a good day, don't get in to any trouble, not that i anticipate you will considering you're the most innocent girl ever"

"Drive safely"

With that I left out of the door. I was kind of hoping I'd get a couple extra minutes at home before I left, just because I mentally was not ready for today.

Soon, I felt my anxiety increase and already knew today wasn't going to be the best day.