“Vicki,” my mom yells from across the hall, “Get a move on or you’re gonna be late!”

I wish she’d stop yelling. Its soo flippin annoying!
I slide my hand under my pillow in search of my cell phone. The screen reads 8:00am. I immediately pop up and get ready for school.

Normally the first day of school depresses me. But this year, i’m exicted. Its gonna be great. I can feel it in my bones. It’s senior year. I have a car, a job and freshly grown boobs! (late bloomer, sucks I know) And the icing on the cake is I get to spend it with my girls Mani, Ash and Jamilla. Yea, this year nothing can go wrong. Not even this dumb uniform they are making us wear this year will get my spirits down.

I take one final look at myself in the mirror. My hair is perfect. Not a strand out a place. My uniform crisp, every pleat defined. Ok, I think I’m ready! I grab my sunglasses, kiss my mom goodbye and walk out the door.

Oh great! It’s raining!