Story of a girl with senioritis (experemental piece)

Day before school 1

My bedroom2

Can’t see a clock…3

I love starting a new year. I love getting my new diary. I love starting the same way every time.4

Name: Dawn Lane5

Boyfriend: Andrew Pesch6

Best Friend: Maureen Newmann7

Home Life: Can’t complain. I live with my mom, Marie, and my step-dad Anthony. And my dog Coffee. He’s my favorite. He doesn’t yell at me when I make mistakes (not like I ever do, I’m perfect.) 8

Social Life: Never been better. Can’t wait to really get back to all my friends who I haven’t seen since school ended. Plus it’s my senior year and I’m going out with a bang!9

I see myself as: Classy, overachiever, kinda crazy, spontaneous, loud, wise (not smart), idealistic, completely full of myself, but that’s okay.10

Others see me as: I always put this in and I never actually care enough to check. Funny how that works huh?11

I’m so excited for school to start I can hardly sit still. Z,Y,X,W,V,U,T,S,R,Q,P… Okay that in its self took enough brain power. Goodnight.12

First day of school13

In my first class14

So early the teacher isn’t even here yet…15

And every year I do this. I’m here so early that I could probably do a lap around the school and still be back in time for class to start. Maybe tomorrow, to make up for my complete stupidity, I should be late. But who wants to get in trouble the second day of school? Ugh… I can’t win.16

Mauri showed up with her hair crimped today. It kinda makes her look like 80’s style Barbie. Work it girlfriend. 17

There are 23 desks in this classroom. Why couldn’t it be an even 25? Why cut it 2 desks short? Maybe I’ll ask the janitors later.18

53 1/2 ceiling tiles…321 floor tiles…now they’re just trying to piss me off.19

This is ridiculous. Ugh, finally the bell.20

After school21

In my room22

Doing homework (kind of)23

I hate being a senior. I thought it was going to be fun, but I just realized how annoying freshman really are. If I was like that I’m surprised no one killed me. I would have. Why do they think their so special? It’s not like they’re the very first freshman class ever. 24

The food sucks even worse this year. I asked for a turkey patty and the lady glared at me and said, “You mean chicken?” in a really mean voice. Oops. My mistake. Tomorrow I’ll ask for chicken.25

I’m already bogged with work. Who knew all the teachers would decide to give homework? I didn’t think they would. Well, they did!26

And I hate my classes! They couldn’t have made my senior year a good one, oh no, mine has to suck.27

The only good thing is that I have classes with friends, who have schedules worse than mine. That makes me feel a bit better. I’d shoot myself if they all got to have a good senior year and I didn’t.28

Liz wore this really pretty skirt today. I wonder where she got it… I want one.29

Andrew called me up today and said that he wanted to go on a date soon. I had to remind him he has no money. He said that was okay if I didn’t mind being a cheep date. What a loser. 30

Avoiding dinner31

In my hallway32

Because it involves asparagus33

Called Liz. 34

“Liz, if I was dying of starvation, would you come and help me?”35

“Marie cook something really gross again?”36

“I love you.”37

“I’ll be right there”38

“Hey wait. Where did you get that skirt?”39

“I took it from you months ago. I’ll be right over.” Click.40

Last time I trust her with anything of mine. So what if I didn’t remember who’s skirt it was? Maybe if I had it I would have wanted to wear it today. But did she think of me? No. No she did not.41

She’s paying for my dinner for this one.42

Second day of school43

On my kitchen floor44

Time has no meaning because I am starving.45

Who decided to keep all of our food past its expiration dates to make it looked like we actually had something to eat? 46

I think the lunch lady has officially decided I am her enemy. 47

“May I please have the chicken patty?”48

“It’s turkey.”49

Of course it is! Never mind it looks and tastes the same as the chicken I had yesterday. Ridiculous. I will never eat again.50

Had tons of homework again last night. Who decided that I would have a full schedule this year, huh? I refuse to comply to it. 51

Third day of school52

Unwanted study hall53

10:15 (look! An actual time!)54

Starving. I was to mad at my life to call anyone for food last night. Mom made something with spinach. I think she’s on a new “make-gross-food-so-you-won’t-want-to-eat-it” diet. I bet its working. I don’t want to go near the lunch lady either. She might throw my food at me if I call it by the wrong name again. I wonder how much my friends love me…sending a note to Maureen.55

“How much do you love me?”56

“No.”57

“Oh common, you don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”58

“I still don’t want to.”59

“But I might die if you don’t.”60

“I’ll miss you.”61

Well gee thanks for everything. Now I’m being yelled at for passing notes. Leave me alone Mr. Grumpy Face; this was a matter of life or death. Would you like to be held responsible for the death of the best student in school? The loveliest girl to ever walk the earth? May you feel the guilt and shame of your actions…62

Now he’s just watching me. Maybe I’ll have a staring contest with him…63

10:2164

Staring contest didn’t go well. 65

After school66

My bleak room67

What has happened to all the clocks?68

I made Maureen get me my lunch anyways. She got me something unrecognizable. It tasted like wax. Thanks Mauri. 69

Andrew called me last night with some interesting news. He wants to move in with a friend of his. Into an apartment. With no parents. I think that would be stupid. He doesn’t have enough money to keep living like he is in an apartment. Mom would never let me visit him there. I would miss his family. I’m not going to let him. 70

Is it really only Wednesday? I know why I can’t find any clocks. My school has stolen them all and turned them into a time machine to make sure the week goes really slow to torture us more. I’m sure that’s really what it is.71

Still can’t find a clock…72

Mom called me down to have a chat with her.73

“Sweetheart, this year won’t be like that last will it?”74

“I have no idea what you mean.”75

“Dawn…”76

“Oh, you mean last year? I thought you said, well, never mind that. No mom, this year will not be like last-“77

“Good because I was-“78

“It’s going to be even better! I’m a senior and I insist on going out with a bang.”79

“Dawn, you are not going to do anything with a bang-”80

It took everything in me not to laugh. I was concentrating so hard at not laughing that I forgot to listen to the rest of what she had to say. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll hear it again sometime soon.81

Friday82

Bathroom83

No clocks in here either84

Yesterday was so uneventful, I didn’t even bother writing.85

Mom came into my room today. That in itself is amazing. We decided that I had to clean it or I wouldn’t be able to get in anymore. I told her I would…as soon as I took a bath.86

So now I’m in a bath with vanilla bubbles, lavender oils, raspberry salts, spice candles, cucumber body wash, and an egg yolk mask on my face. I have reheated this bath a few times and shaved my legs raw. My hair is cleaner than a science lab. I really don’t want to venture into my room. I’ll paint my nails! And my toes, and I’ll do little designs on each. I’ll pluck my eyebrows. Put another mask on my face, just to make sure. Thank God I’m a girl. 87

Hours later, I’m guessing88

My face is red, my eyebrows make me look permanently shocked, my legs have razor burn, my hair is beyond repair from all the scrubbing, and I still have to clean my room. 89

My nails look nice at least…90

Saturday91

In my driveway92

Around lunch93

What has happened to all the clocks!? I cannot stand the uncertainty. I’m asking mom.94

“Mommy, what could have possibly happened to all the clocks right before school started?”95

“I ate them.”96

“I hate you.”97

“Yours broke so you took the one from the living room, that one is probably lost in the heap that is most likely still your room.”98

“Let’s forget I asked shall we?”99

So it's my fault I have no clock. Peachy.100

Monday101

Study Hell102

9:32103

Andrew and I spent the entire day together yesterday. We went out because my house is no fun and he still doesn’t have money. We sat under a tree for most of the time. We talked about his insane plan to move and I told him he wasn’t going to because I didn’t like it and he said okay and that was the end of it.104

After that we got so bored we played I Spy. I will never speak of that to anyone.105

In my room106

After school107

Mauri, Liz and I went to a cosmetic store today after school ended. 108

We needed to find something to distract people from the fact that my face is blotchy and surprised. A good lip gloss might do it. So we bought about 7 kinds. But maybe the coloring would be off after a while. So we bought a few eye shadows. We needed eyeliner to match. I spent about $50. This better be worth it.109

Tuesday110

Bathroom111

Before school112

It wasn’t worth it. My eyes look bloodshot, my lips look like I used clown make up and it brings out the splotches. The eye shadow only emphasized the surprised look. I better not hear about this.113

Second period114

Showed up in school. 115

I got welcomed with a huge, “What happened to you?” from Mauri. Life hates me.116

Anatomy117

Oh crap. I have a project due in here on Friday. Why didn’t I know about this? So now I have to deal with Andrew not having money thus not being able to buy me things, my face looking like I dressed for Halloween waaaay to early, cleaning my room (pff, like that’s gunna happen), the lunch Lady and my mom- ohmygosh! Mom and the lunch lady must be in a weird eating cult together! The lets-make-sure-Dawn-doesn’t-eat-and-lets-see-how-long-it-takes-for-het-to-starve cult. L.M.S.D.D.E.A.L.S.H.L.I.T.F.H.T.S. for short. 118

Anyways, how do I suddenly have all this stuff to do? Okay, time to buckle down. I’ll use my S.H. Okay. I can do this.119

S.H.120

Looking in the mirror121

My face is in the way of the clock122

So I decided to tackle the “my looking hideous” problem first. Then tonight I’ll do my project and all my homework. I got it all worked out. 123

I really don’t understand what’s wrong with my face though. Maybe I’m related to Picasso. No wait, he only painted messed up things, he didn’t really look that way. Although, if I’m not mistaken, he did only have one ear.124

And I still have a whole day ahead of me.125

Wednesday126

After school127

Time has no place in my life128

My classes have bogged me down. 8 projects. 5 are for one class. How is this possible? Clean my room, do my homework, work on projects, get back to being beautiful. Holy crap. When did I sign up for this?129

I haven’t even planned my big bang yet… 130

Saturday131

Bed of sorrow132

Either really late or really early133

Doing some of these projects. Way harder than I thought they were going to be. Did all of the teachers band together and decide to give the biggest load of work seen in history? How is that even possible? They had to have known that I didn’t have time for this. One is due Friday and two are due Monday. How did I get stuck in this?134

Same as above only later/earlier135

Just read back and tried to remember how I went wrong with my work load. Apparently cosmetics, food and clocks had a big part in it. I knew I lost track of time. Time to pull out my creativity.136

Time to figure out how to get rid of my senioritis.137

Is it possible to get senioritis this early in the year? 138

Sunday139

In bedroom140

Still mourning141

Okay I think I’ve got it. I won’t graduate. And that would be my big bang. Imagine the shock when I announce it.142

Later143

Tried to tell Mommy and Anthony that.144

“Mom, Anthony. I am not graduating high school.”145

Anthony took the honors this time:146

“Oh yes you are.”147

“Okay.”148

Looks like I have no choice. 149

In other news, my blotchiness has finally faded. Turns out I had a rash from all the chemicals. Oops. 150

No wait. I’m concentrating on work right now. That’s it. Get to work.151

Monday152

At school153

Time has come back154

I don’t know how I did it. I finished the work that needed to be done. And I found a clock. 155

Actually I do know what did it.156

I called up Andrew and broke up with him.157

He told me he didn’t care if I didn’t want him to move or not. Like not being able to buy food is more important than my opinion. He didn’t treat me like I was the center of his life anyways…158

In all honesty I’m heartbroken. I didn’t even put on as much make up as I normally would have today. I laid in bed for half an hour longer than I normally would have. My clothes don’t match. My hair is down. 159

But I had to keep busy to take out some of the sadness. So I did my work and searched my room for something useful. 160

It’s a good thing I can’t eat. I don’t have to try to avoid food now.161

Wednesday162

At home163

5:45164

The cure to senioritis is tragedy? That is not a very pleasant thought. I don’t want to have to get rid of something I like every time I feel overwhelmed. 165

I have to get back into the swing of things. You can only have so much down time. I’m not good at wallowing anyways. It makes me look horrible. 166

Back to my beauty regiment.167

Thursday168

After school169

Backyard.170

I have been blessed by heaven.171

Mauri and Liz took me out to make me feel better. They decided ice cream was essential break-up food. 172

Then I saw him. He works at the ice-cream parlor. He is gorgeous. I watched him the entire time. Finally we got up to order.173

“And what would you like?”174

Blue eyes that make you melt. “Uh…”175

“I’ll have bubble gum.”176

“Rocky road please.”177

“Uh…”178

How could I not even think of a flavor?179

“I’ll have…uh…”180

Oh my gosh, just say one!181

“Vanilla.”182

Vanilla?! Out of all the flavors that could have screamed “I love you marry me because I’m interesting!”, I chose to eat vanilla. Not even those marvelous arms could have pulled my out of the whole I sunk in at that moment.183

Saturday184

Outside the ice-cream parlor185

3:56186

I’m stalking him. I figure I can bump into him casually outside when he gets off shift. I’ve been here since 1. 187

This time I can’t turn into a blubbering idiot. I can watch and when he’s far enough for me to get out from behind this car, but close enough where I can walk into him I can say something clever like “Oh, how clumsy of me.” Or “Hello.” Or “I love you now run away with me.” If things go really well. 188

4:00189

He doesn’t start on Saturdays until 4 apparently. 190

“Drop something?” and he was standing right behind me.191

“Uh…”192

“Do you need any help?” He offered to help me!193

“No, no. I’ve found it. Clumsy me.” I have a voice! A coherent voice!194

And he smiled (oh, brilliant smile), nodded his head at me and left. 195

Now what exactly did the head nod mean?196

7:00197

I’ve finished all my homework. Next senioritis antidote: complete bliss. Pretty fair trade in this case! Now all I need to do is plan my big BANG!198

Sunday199

Nice clean room200

Blissful 9:00 AM201

All my projects are almost done. Oh, how I love life!202

And I know how I’m going to go out with a bang. Perfection. I’m going to get that gorgeous boy to be my boyfriend, I will get straight A’s, I will keep my room neat, the whole sheBANG! Now let’s hope this works…203

Nonono. It has to work. See? And I have a positive attitude! This boy is really good for me. I should really learn his name…204