Crave

"Isabella!" My mother's voice yells from downstairs waking me up from my deep sleep. I look at my alarm clock held by my small bed-stand. It's seven o'clock in the morning meaning I have at least forty-five minutes to have my morning routine get done and ready. I groan and slowly roll out of my comfortable bed and stand on the cold hard-wood floor. Damn winter time, I think to myself.

It's my first day of senior year. I am thrilled that I have graduated and gotten over three years of high school. As much as I hate school, I am excited to see my friends and new teachers. I've always been a nerd when it comes to school and studying. I like to do excellent at my assignments and ace them.

My mother barges in just as I am about to walk to the bathroom. "Good morning Bella, have a good sleep?" She asks with a bright smile to her face.

"Morning mom, and yes, I had a good sleep. I'm just a little worn out," I smile back.
"Alright darling, breakfast is waiting for you downstairs," she say's and closes the shiny white-polished door which makes a quiet creak.

I walk into my bathroom and strip my clothes off. Leaving nothing on, I quickly hop in the shower and adjust the water temperature. I feel so alive and fresh as the water sprinkles my face and body. I reach for the shampoo and poor a good amount of shampoo on my hand. I run the shampoo all over my hair and make sure it is cleaned neatly. I do the same process with the conditioner except I add small droplets of this, I then quickly add body wash to my loofah and scrub the loofah over my body making sure I have every spot thoroughly cleansed.

When I hop out of the shower I wrap a towel securely around me and go through my clothing closet. I end up picking out a striped loose-knitted jumper and dark blue denim jeans with a green military jacket. For my shoes, I go with brown heeled knee-high boots. I decide to put on my makeup and then put on my outfit.

Sticking with my idea, I carefully apply my creams, foundations, mascara, lipstick, eyeliner, and what not. I realize twenty-five minutes of my time has passed away. I hurriedly straighten my hair and make loose curls at the bottom. I have finished my hair in a matter of fifteen minutes. Then, I put on my garments and make my way downstairs to the dining table where my breakfast is nicely placed along with my family's breakfast.

"Good morning, honey," my father greets me along with my mother and big brother, Jackson.

"Hello," I simply reply. I want to get this day over with. I'm not used to waking up this early and having to spend eight hours at school but I will be in a matter of time.

"Are you excited for today?" My mom say's talking about school.

"I guess," I half lie.

"College will be much better. Trust me. I'm going to the college you will be going to next year and you will see how great it is; the teachers, materials, building structure," Jackson say's.

"I'm still not sure if I want to go to Yale. I just made it as a suggestion for myself," there are many universities I can go to but it depends on which one I am sure I want to go to. I'm pretty sure I can go into any university I want. I have a 4.0 GPA and I ace all my assignments. If there was any university that declined my offer it would be none.

All I know is that I want to get over high school and move onto where my life really begins with my adventures; college. My high school isn't that bad. Although, if you take out all the wanna be students around it would be better not just for me but other students as well. My school has some popular kids but they are not the kind you see in "Mean Girls" or "Easy A." The popular kids are just more recognized and hot. Once upon a wonderful time, I was one of those popular kids. But, in this high school your time doesn't last long. I'm not planning on being popular again because it means absolutely nothing to me. Besides, I don't need more attention then I already have right now.

"Yeah well I suggest you sticking to that suggestion. Both you and your brother are smart kids and deserve to be in an advanced university as Yale," my father interrupts me from my thoughts. I am not surprised in what my father had to say. He is always picky over my education and where I get it from. He is picky and overprotective. I'm not blaming him. I mean, he is my dad. All I am saying is that sometimes he just needs to ease down.

"I think Isabella has a right to make her own decisions on where she is leading," my mother says to my dad. My mother has always supported my decisions unlike my father. She believes I know whats right for me and whats wrong. Both my mom and dad have different sides to them when it comes to whats right for me which makes them have small fights leading conflicts.

"I don't believe that's true. She's too young," my father adds.

"She's seventeen for God's sake. She is..."

"Mom, dad. Please don't do this now,' I cut my mother from her sentence.

I quickly finish up my breakfast and get up from the table to grab my backpack. After I've done that, I quickly put one of my hands on my denim jeans pocket to see if I have my phone there. Luckily, it was there.

My family and I share 'goodbyes' and I head out of the house and walk over to my white "Toyota Camry" that my parents bought me a while after I received my license. I buckle up and start the engine and head out of the garage.

It felt like hours instead of minutes when I finally arrived at my destination; West Sherwood Wolf High. I huff and sigh to myself as I unbuckle my seatbelt and stand up out from my car and lock the car. I walk on the concrete with light voices created by my heels. I can see students standing outside the school or entering it.

I walk between the people and look at a paper where it says where my locker is located and what I need to have in it and out during certain periods. I walk to my assigned locker and get everything set.

Once I was done I spot Elizabeth walking towards me. Elizabeth is the most best friend I've ever had. But, she can be the wildest.

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