***Skyler's POV***
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-
Whoever created alarm clocks must be working for Satan.
Why do I even have this alarm on my phone...
Groaning loud for emphasis, I grab my phone from the nightstand and switch the alarm off. The clock says it's 7:45.
7:45...
Oh no-
"RISE AND SHINE!" NOOO!
My overly-energetic father bursts into my room with a massive smile. The big man rushes over to me and I groan as he shakes me awake.
"Come on, Skye, get up! You've got your first day of school today!"
"What!? No, Dad, we just got here! Do I have to go to school today!?"
"Yes."
"What!? Why!?"
"Because you promised me you wouldn't let your grades slip in Florida. That means going to school."
"Yes, but-"
"There, you agreed. Good. Now get dressed and come downstairs. There are waffles."
This man knows how to get me out of my bed.
"I'll be down in a minute..."
"Good. I'll see you downstairs." He ruffles my hair before spinning on his heel and leaving my room, closing the door behind him. I stay still for a moment before flopping down on my pillow with a sigh.
I do not want to go to school today, if you haven't noticed. For a lot of reasons, actually.
For one, I'm super fucking tired. Like...hella tired. This move has sucked the life out of me and now I have to go to school? No thank you. And also, it's a new school! I don't want to go to a new school! I don't know if you've noticed, but new schools are terrifying. Legitimately terrifying. Especially when you look like me. My third reason for not wanting to go to school is because I'm not in the mood to put up with the bullshit people are going to give me. The bullshit's inevitable, so I'm already prepared for it.
Whatever. I'll get up.
Managing to build up the strength, I push myself up into a sitting position and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I lazily drag a box of clothes over to the bedside with my foot and sift through it...with my foot. It takes me a moment before I pull out a decent outfit and accessories.
It's just some normal clothes...for me. It's a black beanie, one of those cliche black chokers, an oversized sweatshirt that says "I DON'T CARE ANYMORE" across the chest, and some normal, black jeans. In my massive box of shoes, I take out some black Pride Month Doc Martins. You know, the ones with the little rainbow flag on the heel and the multicolored thread. These are my favorite boots by far.
I put everything on and check myself in the bathroom mirror (yes, I got up out of my bed).
Eh, I look fine.
Although...
My eyes drift from the mirror to the sink counter, where my makeup is. I unzip a little bag and grab some liquid eyeliner. Quickly and carefully, I draw a little heart right below my eye, then grab an eyeliner pencil and do a subtle little emo thing.
Because I am a subtle emo.
A femme, subtle emo.
I slip on my black glasses (those simple, classic black frame ones) and check myself again.
Ooh, I look good...
This is definitely one of my better days!
"SKYE!"
"COMING!"
Geez, so pushy...
I run out of my bathroom and grab my bag from a chair, then hurry out of the room and down the two flights of stairs. My dad is standing in the kitchen with a single chocolate chip Eggo waffle on a plastic fork.
"You took too long, so now you have to take breakfast to go." He hands me the fork and I just stare at it like it's another language.
"This...is not a waffle, father. This is a limp piece of plastic that you put in the microwave..."
"Well, what were you looking for?"
"You didn't even put it in the toaster!"
"I'll put it in the toaster when you get in your car."
"Wait, my car's here?"
"Yes, it was dropped off their morning-"
"SEE 'YA!" I throw the 'waffle' onto the counter and run.
I RUN TO MY CAR IN THE DRIVEWAY AND ACTUALLY HUG IT!!!
MY BABY!!! I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!
My car isn't anything special. It's a used 2016 Toyota Camry, but I keep it in practically new condition. No trash, no stains, no stickiness, nothing. It's perfectly clean and it is my baby.
Anyways...
I slip into my car with a satisfied sigh. And then I just sit there for a moment. Savoring the comfort...
Then a fucking waffle hits my window.
"DAD!"
"You threw it at me, I'm throwing it at you."
This...man...
I roll down my window, reach out, and peel the waffle from off of my window.
And then throw it at him.
Dad dodges the bullet and I take off before he can throw it back at me. I slow down when I'm around the corner and out of sight from the house.
Okay, I searched up the address of the school last night and I'm pretty sure I know how to get there. It's only about two minutes away and a couple of turns.
Maybe...
I sure hope so...
On the drive, I pass about twenty-five palm trees, four stray cats, three stray dogs, and a vulture. And that was only one minute, because the school is a lot closer than I thought.
And on the beach.
No one told me the school would be so close to the beach.
Google Maps didn't tell me that the school would be so close to the beach.
I find a spot in the middle of the parking lot and just kinda sit there for a moment, looking at the building. The school is very...open, if that makes any sense. It looks like the hallways upstairs are actually around the outside of the building, with railings keeping people from, you know, falling off. And it...it also looks like the lockers are outside...like there's a hallway going through the school that is exposed and open...
What the hell kind of temperatures do they have in Florida!?
Winthrop up in Washington, where I'm from, is freezing! It's actually the coldest city in Washington. We get an average of eighty-eight inches of snow and twenty-one inches of rain per year.
And now I'm in Miami, Florida...
Where the temperatures are the opposite of Winthrop...
Okay, anyway, the school has a lot of people hanging around outside. Most of the girls are in crop tops, tank tops, and loose, flowy blouses with shorts, skirts, or leggings. A lot of guys are in shorts, but it looks like more of them are wearing jeans and t-shirts.
Okay... I can do this...
I've just gotta get out of the car and walk...
Oh God, this is nerve-wracking...
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