A letter to my 6th grade self
Ring ring! The damn alarm clock goes off. My mom’s sweet loving voice doesn’t. Its 6:00 in the morning and the bus will be here in 45 minutes. Today is the day. It’s middle school time. Get out of bed. Do it. I know you’re nervous but just do it. You need plenty of time to look your best in front of all the new people you will be around today. First impressions are everything. Stop looking at yourself in the mirror. You’re fine. Take a shower, smell nice, and get ready. You’re wasting time. Good thing you planned out your outfit the night before so you don’t waste any more time. Don’t let your hair air dry and become frizzy, get to work. Take out your retainer and brush your teeth. You cannot let people know you wear that nasty thing. Put on your makeup. Not too much or you’ll look like one of those wannabe sluts. You’re not one of them and you will not associate yourself as one or with those girls. Now get dressed. You hate the outfit you picked out. Quick find another. What were you thinking? Ok good. Found a cute jean skirt with a cute top. Looks sweet and innocent with nothing slutty about it. Holy crap! It’s 6:30 and you still have your hair to do. Do straight and down. No. Do half up half down and wavy. No. It’s the first day you don’t want to get too dressed up or you’ll look like you’re mom dressed you. Ok. Outfit done. Make up done. Hair done. You look good. Put only one strap of your back pack on your shoulder and the other off. You need your purse on the other shoulder. Purses mean everything in middle school so look good.
It’s 6:40. Time to eat a typical middle school breakfast, granola bar and a to go cup filled with orange juice, and take a first day of school picture for the parents. The hand on the clock and the alarm on your phone has finally rang. Its 6:45 and time to get on that bus.
When you walk on the stairs on the bus have your phone in your hand pretending to text...
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