-- Chapter One: Annelise--
I guess you could say this was the first, and I can’t believe I’m admitting this myself, but that morning I was actually exited to get out of bed and prepare to go to school. I know it’s hard to believe, but I just love the first day of school, I’m not joking, I really do. However, that morning was special. It wasn’t an ordinary day of school, but it was the first day of high school. You see, the first day of high school doesn’t compare to the first day of elementary school, or middle school, because high school is when you enter the real world. High school is those four years of your life you will look back on. Seriously, have you ever heard anyone go, “hey remember that in middle school?,” because I sure haven’t. High school is when you have the possibility to have your first kiss, get your first boyfriend, or go to dances! Alright, I admit it, I have not been kissed by boy, or girl for that matter, just letting you know before you get any bright ideas, in my entire life; nor have I had a boyfriend. For some reason, these kinds of things are important for a fourteen year old girl. Now enough about the facts on high school, now let’s talk about me; I always wanted to say that. My name is Annelise, and I’m fourteen years of age, and today I start the beginning of my life.
  

As usual I waited on my bed, staring constantly at my clock, waiting for it to wake me. However, I always wondered why I needed an alarm, considering I felt like I was the one waking it, rather than the other way around. And so, finally the alarm went off. I can’t say I was overjoyed, because I wasn’t. I was more nervous, and when I say nervous, I mean NERVOUS. I get nervous easily, it’s not a good trait, but doesn’t everyone? Finally, I took a deep breath and got out of bed. The floor was cold, as usual. I tipped toed my way, consciously, through the darkness in my room. Unlike most teenagers, my floor is very clean, and you can see the color of my carpet.
Soon as I was able to locate my switch, the room twinkled with colors, everything was a blur. I then schemed through my closet.  


As usual, I had nothing to wear. My mother doesn’t really focus on buying clothing when it comes to school, she rather purchase anything that evolves educational purposes. Fantastic! I had to wear the same immature clothing I wore last year, and the year before that, for that matter. Sigh. I couldn’t really find anything suitable, so I grabbed a clean t-shirt, and a nice pair of jeans, which resembled skinny jeans. Good enough if you ask me. After, I did my usual morning activities. I took my shower, brushed my teeth, and blah blah blah.

Soon as my bathroom tasks were finished, I rushed down the stairs toward the kitchen, grabbed my jacket and book-bag, and ran straight for the door. I was surprised to find that my mother hadn’t asked if I had eaten anything or asked any further on questions that morning, like she always does. I didn’t think too much of it, though, and continued my preparations. I slipped on a pair of fresh new socks, and covered them with a shoe, and rushed outside to catch the bus. However, before I was able to reach it, I had to tumble my way down the hill, where my house was located upon. I reached the bus stop on time, and as soon as the school bus arrived I marched myself on to it, preparing myself for the journey, but pondering about the destination. High school here I come!