I wake up to the sound of the alarm — 6:30 a.m.
School starts at 9, so yeah, I've definitely woken up way too early.
But if you're wondering why... it's because I'm kind of excited.
This is my final year of high school.
Senior year.
This year feels different.
I don't know why exactly — maybe it's the thought of new beginnings or the end of the previous new beginning!
And okay… maybe I'm secretly hoping for the whole "high school love story" thing. The kind that shows up in cheesy dramas, except... not too cheesy. Just enough to make my stomach do that little flip.
I want something exciting. Someone to talk to in the hallways. Someone who looks at me and knows.
I'm also excited to see my friends. I missed them. School may be stressful, but at least it doesn't feel empty when they're around.
I'm also feelig determind to study nd do my best this year cause this is going on my permanent record. (I procrastinate every year but fail to follow up)
I get out of bed and wash up, trying to ignore the butterflies flapping around in my chest. I stand in front of the mirror, smoothing my hair, adjusting my uniform, fixing the collar at least three times before giving up and hoping it looks okay.
Today, I want to look my best.
Not for anyone specific... just for me.
Or maybe… a little bit for the hallway glances I hope I'll get.
I grab my bag, give my reflection one last look, and smile — just a tiny one.
Let's make this year something to remember.