When I emerged from my room that fateful morning, I suspected that the day would go wrong as soon as I stepped into the doors of my new high school, Cherry Creek. Cherry Creek was one of the largest high schools in Colorado, and one of the best.
But there were a lot of rich kids there, too. What would they say when they found out that I was living with my sister in a cramped apartment?
Whatever, I thought. If they don't like me... screw them.
That seemed like a pretty good plan to me, so I stepped out of my room and took a look at myself.
I was wearing a green Abercombie shirt with skinny jeans and black Converse shoes. I looked like the popular girls at my old schools, minus the forty pounds of blush, tons of concealer, and piles of eyeshadow and eyeliner. Who needed it? In my opinion, they looked like a bunch of raccoons and owls. Just saying.
I went to the bathroom and brushed out my straight, dark brown hair. I admit that I thought I looked a bit strange, with my bright green eyes and dark hair. I brushed my long hair so it tumbled down my shoulders and sighed.
Whatever works, I thought.
I walked into the front room of the apartment, which was where the couch, coffee table, and TV was. The kitchen and eating table was in the next room over. And that was it.
Amelia walked out of the kitchen wearing black high heels and a blue dress with a thick black belt.
"You already found work?" I asked her.
"Nope. But I found an interview to work at the front desk of the hospital," she said, putting in an earring. "I can still drive you to school."
I thought about it. Being on the bus with people I didn't know... sitting there while they obviously wished they could sit with their best friend in the row behind them... I didn't really want to take the chance.
"Give me ten reasons why I should go to school today," I answered.
"Because if you don't, you won't go to college. If you don't go to college, you won't get a good job. If you don't get a good job, you'll end up eating cheap ramen noodles every night. If you eat ramen noodles every night, then you'll die. Do you want to die because you ate cheap ramen noodles every night?"
I decided that it was likely. "Fine," I said, pouting.