Day 1- A Little Bit About Sky

I stagger slowly up the hall, my eyes and feet heavy, leaning slightly forward to counterbalance the gigantic weight on my back that is my bag. I remember stuffing all my binders and a textbook as neatly as I could into my backpack the previous night, but it still looks lumpy and unsightly today. My outfit and lengthy blonde hair are a mess. My arms are hanging limply by my side. I have deep shadows under my eyes from staying up late, writing.

I love writing. Short stories, the beginning chapters of mystery or adventure novels, poems, plays, anything I want to write, but I am paying for it now. I didn't get any homework done and am now secretly hoping to finish it in the remaining minutes before the first bell rings. No such luck today, however. I am frantically scanning a study guide, praying I can cram a few more words into my brain, when I glance up. Oh great. Jay Lyndon is walking towards me.

Jay is my best friend and secret crush. He has brown skin that contrasts sharply with my own pale white skin. His black hair sticks up in wavy curls. He always wears jackets of varying styles and today he has on a soft blue one, my favorite color, and some nice dark jeans that look like they are fresh off the rack of a fashionable clothing store. He flashes his bright white smile as he comes closer.

I reluctantly put the study guide into my backpack and put on a fake smile for Jay. He doesn't even bother to hug me like he usually does as he comes up. That's alright. I don't much feel like it today anyway. We keep walking up the halls of our high school. We don't talk much, but I'm okay with that. My mind and mouth aren't exactly on the same page at the moment.

We stand together by my friend's locker as she put a few things away. Afterwards, we stand quietly and Jay pokes me. He knows it bugs me, but lately, every boy and girl seems to be doing it to each other as a greeting in the halls. I secretly hope it means he likes me back. At last the bell rings and Jay walks with me past my class. Once outside my classroom, he gives me a hug. I don't give him anything in return.

The rest of the day passes all too slowly. Why is it that every day is the same? Get up, get ready, go to school. I long for a new day. A time where I can be free. A time where I can finally be myself. This tired version of Sky, who barely hangs on to conscienceness and stumbles through each class, is not me.

Then I say to myself, "Why not change that?" A smile slowly creeps up my tired cheeks. I can change my life. I can make it better, more fun, more interesting. I start walking faster on my way home. Tomorrow, the world will see the real Sky.