Beep beep beep bee-.

I reached over and hit my alarm clock, groggily slipping from my bed. Today was already looking up, I actually got up on time. I started to get ready for the day ahead. I could already tell it was going to be a long one.

Going into my closet I picked my outfit for the day. A pair of black ripped jeans, a white tee, and a blue cardigan. Going into the bathroom, I begin to put on my makeup. I only ever get to do it when I wake up on time.

It is very rare that I actually get to do it.

It wasn't anything special either, really. Just some concealer over any blemishes, a little blush on my cheeks and lipgloss.

I headed to the kitchen and made myself some breakfast. The house is empty so I assume she's already left for work. Ever since we moved to New York and she started her new job, she's leaving before I even wake up and coming back after I'm asleep.

When I get to school, I immediately head to my first class of the day, which was English. I made sure to get here right before the bell rings. Otherwise, I would have to sit in my car awkwardly or stand in the quad awkwardly.

I looked up when someone sits on the desk next to mine. It was the tall girl from the parking lot. She was very pretty, with a nice heart-shaped face, plump lips, a broad nose, and a deep golden skin tone. And her eyes were a nice deep brown, and when the sun coming in from the window hit her face, they turned a beautiful light caramel.

She looked at me and we make eye contact and that's when I realized I was staring at her for way too long. She goes to open her mouth to introduce herself when the teacher begins talking.

"All right, kids I know today is only our first real class of the year, but I would like to jump right into things, " She said, walking to her desk to grab a stack of paper. " This class isn't like your other classes, its mostly going to be project-based to help you prepare for college. We won't have a lot of assignments."

She passed out the papers, " Now I know it's only the first day, but you guys are seniors. You're nine short months away from entering the real world. And Most, if not all of you are going to college. I want to help you prepare for that," she took a breath, " So our first project will be due a month and a half from now."

When the paper gets to me, it says that the class have to get into groups of three to five, and research different types of cat or dog food. what did researching pet food do to help prepare for college? Three seconds later I got my answer.

"Now I know you guys are wondering, why pet food?" she said, "The topic of the research project, well the whole point of the project is to just see how you go about researching and working with others."

She went to the board and wrote three questions; What is your favorite book? What is it about? Why do you like it?

"Now I want everyone to turn to the person, and ask them the questions. Put the answers on a piece of paper, you will be turning them in." She finished off, walking to her desk.

I turn to the pretty girl and wait for her to speak first. I never know how to start these things.

"So do you want to go first?" I shake my head, " Okay, so I don't really want to do this. Just write whatever you want."

I shrugged, "Okay, umm can I have your name?"

"Oh, shit my bad, my names Tiffany, and you?"

"Amelia"

"That's a pretty name"

"Thank you"

Tiffany leaned back, "You from around here, I don't recognize you?"

"I don't know how you could," I snickered, " There are like 5,000 people here. But yes, I am new."

She hummed in acknowledgment, " Where you from?"

"California, Sante Monica."

An awkward silence settles over the two of us. So I decided to finish up my assignment. Tiff doesn't seem to like situations like these, she kept fidgeting, and before long she was starting up another conversation.

"Sooo, do you like, have any hobbies? Things you enjoy?" She asked.

I thought for a minute, " Umm, I like to paint, and uuhh, I play soccer," Her eyes lit up at the last part.

She quickly became excited, " I play too. Are planning on trying out?"

"Oh Uhh, I didn't think about that. I wasn't you planning on it."

That was a lie. I missed it more than anything, but I didn't think I could handle the gossip and passive-aggressive jabs at anything I did. I've already been through it once before.

"Aww don't knock it yet. Why don't you go down to the field after school. were having intramurals until next week, then we have tryouts."

I shrugged, "I'll think about it."

Tiffany smiled, "That's all I ask. I love when people are interested in the same things as me."

I returned the smile, I couldn't help it she was just that type of person. She radiated sunshine and happiness. We had lapsed into another silence, though this time it wasn't as awkward.

Before Tiff could become too uncomfortable with the silence the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. My next class is art, which is by far my favorite class.

I walk into the art classroom and around. The teacher, Mr. Judson-Jenson-johnson, Something like that, looked like every other hipster in Califonia. He had the whole beard and long wavy hair thing going on. The sweater-bowtie combo. He was even wearing one of those cute little fedora type hats. Was it a fedora? Or just a hat similar to a fedora? Would an actual fedora make his outfit look-, Wait I'm getting off topic here. Anyway, what I was trying to get at was; I wouldn't be surprised if he moved here from somewhere like L.A. or Portland.

The whole classroom had the same vibe, despite the fact that this was an AP class. I mean, I don't even know what he was planning on having us do for the year, like projects and portfolios.

When the class filled up, Mr. Jones? slowly walked around the room "All right class today, I want you to draw what you feel, could be anything really. The balls in your court." He walked back to his desk and sat down. Immediately after kids began conversing.

And that was how the rest of the class was just spent. He didn't even make us turn in what we drew.

When I got home from school, mom wasn't in for lunch. I guess she was having a busy day. Which sucked, because that meant that I wasn't going to see her until tomorrow, and that wasn't even a sure thing.

After getting some food, I went into the living room to watch some T.V. After landing on a channel, I lay back and try to relax. I end watching some show about a guy who fakes being a psychic and works for the police station.

I wonder what Tiffany and the rest of the team were doing right now. I mean, I know they're out on the field. I just wanted to be out there. Going home and doing nothing was disheartening. I didn't even want to paint. And that was the only other thing I enjoyed doing, just not as much now that I couldn't play soccer, which was the only other activity I enjoyed doing.

I couldn't stop thinking about Tiffany's offer if you could call it that. I mean It could've just been an empty courtesy, to be polite to the new girl. Or maybe it was just to fill empty space with sound. It could be genuine, the only way I would know was if I showed up to practice. It would have to be tomorrow. If I waited too long to go to practice, it could be awkward.

I tossed and turned in bed for hours thinking about what to do before finally giving up and going to sleep. I had most of tomorrow to figure out what I wanted to do.