The day I thought would be my reality nightmare. First I worried about how I looked. Then what I was wearing. Next I thought of many other things like. Did my makeup look ok? Do I even look like a freshman in highschool? OMG, I look like a five year old. What will your friend say about your boyfriend? Then I sat down I looked at the clock it was 6:45. I looked out the window there was the bus. I ran out the door. Then of course another thing for me to think about, I’m riding the bus what will everyone think. I know, I know it sound silly, but I’m the type to overthink everything. Especially what people think of me.

My outfit, I made my dad take me shopping three different times because i changed my mind. Outfit #1, Too sparkly, “what were you thinking?” loudly in my head I hear. Then again I hear in my head “ You're so dumb.” pathetic I know. Outfit #2, Too much black, “They’ll think you're weird.” Outfit #3, finally I think I look my age, until that morning I wake up and put it on “Katie, you look like someone three years younger than you. What will the girls in your grade say about you?” Oh the girls that are supposed to be your friends that are “there” for you, but instead they are talking behind your back because of what you wore on the first day of school.

My makeup, does my foundation match my skin tone? It kinda does, “ It kinda does? It doesn’t even match. Katie, just give up you’ll never be good enough for them.” (Them- the friends I counted on to be ther for me). Omg your eyebrows, the eyebrows you had done a different way because your friends told you they looked dumb before. Those eyelashes, quick get a makeup wipe and redo them.

Next you start to think about what your friends will say about your boyfriend, this time… It doesn’t even matter that it’s my freshman boyfriend, someone I probably will barely remember when I’m older and grown. It’s the fact that they make you think of him in a bad way. Your friends made you think different of him, made you think he was mean and rude. Instead he was really very kind, and was always there for you when your so called “friends” weren’t. Now you have pushed him away someone who was pretty much your best friend, and he will probably never forgive you for the way you treated him because of your friends.

Well, finally after all this thinking you get off the bus, and go into school. When you walk in the school you decide at the end of the day you’re going to walk out, and forget about those “friends” and make new and better ones. But, sadly those horrible friends have changed you and you will never be able to stop caring what people think about you. So my first day of freshman year is how I will feel when I wake up everyday before I get ready.