Anxious puss

My alarm wakes me with a jolt. I don't know what it is that I'm feeling. I mean it's my senior year but I don't know if I'm quite ready to face it yet. Just the other day I was a round like freshman with no clue who she was or what high school was. But here I am all slim and seventeen. I use the word slim loosely. In my eyes I am still a fat cow but all the attention I got this summer would say otherwise. I'll tell you more about how I'm supposedly exotic and oh so pretty for a black girl. Let me get that out there from now...I am a black girl.

I dress very casual for the first day. You know the rules, save all your new outfits for the second week so you still look like you have new clothes, unlike the rest of the kids who come out winning like fashion week in NYC. Retards. With that being said I am wearing a white tank top with a pair of low rise jeans that showcased my brown belly. A little skin won't hurt. My hairs all wild like it's always been. My jet black curls bounces from all directions flowing down my back. I would have straightened it but trust me that would of took forever. #curlyheadproblems. There's no need for change anyways. I take my time with my makeup though. It's the one thing I love about getting ready. The transformations I get when I apply my retro wing line never seize to amaze me. I apply my wet n' wild burgundy lip stain on my full plumbed lips. I have to say my lips have to be my favorite aspect. It makes me stand out next to my wild hair of course. After my makeup I throw on a pair of black and white converses, grab my new Michael Kors bag given to me by my best friend Jasmine and I head out ready to face the first day of my senior year.

I meet up with my best friend Jasmine at the dunking donuts by her house. She always has to have a large ice coffee no matter what. Jasmine is a little shorter than me with darker skin. Her hair runs wild like mine but she keep it cut shorter. She has this afro centric thing about her that I just love. It keeps her authentic and mature. We knew each other since freshman year. She had my back when this girl tries to get on me for wearing the same blouse as her. Jasmine was all "you need to stop, nobody trynna copy you" and the girl was all "who the hell are you talking to" and Jasmine was like “not much obviously" and so on. Long story short she stood up for me when no one else would.

"Hey what's up girl" Jasmine said while giving me a huge hug and a kiss on my cheek
"Hey" I said in a whisper I could barely breath during that hug.
"Can you believe it? We're finally seniors!" Jasmine could barely contain herself from practically screaming out the word seniors.
" Yeah...It's...cool" I said pausing after each word.
"Cool? It's cool? It's freaking amazing! C'mon Joan stop being such a anxious puss"

After Jasmine orders her ice coffee we wait online for a few minutes. She looks so excited to get her ice coffee and get to school already, but why? Why is she so freaking excited? I can't help but stare at her. I wish I was as happy as she looks.

"Ice coffee!" Shouts the stumpy Indian man from behind the counter.
"Thank you" Jasmine says in a chirpy bird like voice.
Damn she is so full of spirit, I think to myself. We leave the dunking donuts and make our way to our school.

"Let's do this" I said under my breath
"Oh you'll be fine, chill out" Jasmine said after shoving me a little with her shoulder. This put a slight smile on my face
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They have us all crammed in the hot auditorium while we get our schedules. Since my name starts with A I'm one of the first names called. My schedule is everything I imagined it would be. I have AP Government first period, AP English second, Gym fourth, lunch then AP Trigonometry sixth. My classes look pretty substantial. Nothing I can't handle. I mean AP trigonometry is going to be bit of a challenge but with a little tutoring I'll be fine. Jasmine and I have every class together but AP trigonometry. Math really isn't her thing. I'm not mad at her.

I get through my schedule pretty fast. My day seems so short compare to my 1-8 last year. I'm in my last class looking at all the animals I call classmates while I wait for the teacher to take his/her time showing up. I already feel lonely without Jasmine.

Five minutes go by since the bell rang. I sat drawing with my ball point pen on my hand. Ughhh where is this teacher.

"Sorry class for my tardiness, I'm not too familiar with the roads yet but just give me time I'll get the hang of it"

I lift my head to see a beautiful WHITE man. He has boyish hair that goes up in all directions. He has the most beautiful facial hair I have ever seen. His eyes are dark and bright at the same time. His facial structure is something out of a magazine. I want to say James Dean meet James Franco. Yes both God damn James. That's how good he looks. He's wearing a white button down shirt with dark blue jeans that fit him all too well. I can't control my eyes from scanning him up and down. I can hear all the girls saying "is that our teacher?" "OMG he is so hot" and "yum"

He turns to the bored and writes AP TRIGONOMETRY and MR. CONAN.
"Hello class my name is Mr. Conan and I will be teaching AP trig" he looked around the class with a picture perfect smile that made me wide eye.

OMG who is this guy I thought to myself. Could he really be my teacher? But he's so beautiful so f*****g beautiful. I've seen cute boys before but never a man a like this. Once again OMG.

"Okay so I want to make our first day a chill day since we're all adults here" he through that smile at us again and nodded his head up and down slowly
"Why don't we start we introductions" he said.

Oh no I hate introductions. I've been doing them all day. Oh s**t and now I got to do one in from of him, this sex God. Oh God I can't.

He starts the introduction on the right side of the room. He told us to stand and say our name and our dream college. STAND! Why?!?! The first person to stand is a weird girl name Stephanie who always carried around battle cards. She said her dream school was Howard. She sat down and he went on to the next one. This went on for 10 minutes until finally it was my turn. I looked up slowly with curls spiraling around my face. And that's when I caught his eye and we locked for a few seconds. I could of swore my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I stood up and said my introduction.

Author's Note

first chapters guys! please tell me if you want me to keep writing. i have a lot of ideas for this story,

Reviews

[Timothy Burjess]

Mademoiselle Vicky

Well, this was a rather refreshing read I must say - refreshing in the respect that this is nowhere near my usual reading material, yet I feel that sometimes to encounter something outside of the confines one sets up for oneself is an important activity.

Well, I must begin by saying that this indeed seems to have been inspired, as if the author had taken life-experience, and concocted that into the creative mixture. If this is fiction, allow me to say that you achieve a great style, that encompasses a feel of such realism - it's almost like reading the diary of a real-life teenager in the present tense - (naughty naughty, that's a forbidden taboo no?).

I love the modernist expression you weave into the language: the hashtags, the fluent use of slang and culturally influenced language, deep real-life scenarios and situations - all these things make this feel so, so natural.

If I may say so Vicky, this is really nice to read - I always find a respect in writing that expresses what daily-life is like from cultures outside of my own, and through writing (fiction and / or non-fiction), the reader is able to gain a viewpoint sometimes one might miss if experiencing it for themselves. You have achieved a grand beginning here, and I shall be interested to read more, definitely.

Thank you once again.

Timothy.

[mynamesvicky]

Timothy,
You have no idea how much this comment mean to me. Coming from a brilliant writer like your self. Woah!! It truly made my day. Thank you so much. I would be honored if you could watch over my pieces and guide me.

P.S. even the way you wrote the review was art haha thank you so much.

[Blogger]

Good start! Keep going on this. We can all relate to it. I want to know what happens....

[joey]

Yes both God damn James.....
this is not a fair man, no woman could stand a chance to this.

[mynamesvicky]

hmmm i think one woman can. who knows haha

[joey]

not even the lesbians could...pretty sure janet reno would still twist her panties. its both james for god sake.... turn it down a notch lol

[mynamesvicky]

lol ahhh i see what your saying now. okay i totally agree

[joey]

haha its an interesting start. i did find one snafu...he means to say "unfamiliar with the roads...not rodes..." im such a nerd.

[MoriartyMesa]

Loved this, it would be a nice grand spoken word piece if you leaned to a stage presence.