Week 10

It was a busy morning at my house from the moment I woke up. My mom had an important meeting that day so she was spending an extra amount of time in front of the mirror fixing her hair and make-up, crunching into my shower time. I was losing my patience increasingly fast the longer she took.. I paced around my room, trying to plan out my hair and outfit in my head for school that day. "Mom, I really need the bathroom, I'm not going to have time to get ready for school as it is already." She huffed and puffed as she walked out, unable to be happy with how she looked that day. I sprinted in after her and stripped off my clothes as fast as I could and hopped into the shower. The water was piercing hot, I was in too big of a rush to care though.. I threw shampoo onto my head and washed it quickly but not throughly, leaving some left over in my hair. I grabbed for the soap and it slipped out of my hands, I got fed-up and decided to skip the body washing that day. I turned off the water and reached for my towel to dry myself off. I glanced at my phone to check what time it was.. SEVEN FIFTEEN?? I only had fifteen more minutes to get to school and I didn't even have my hair or make-up done. I put on my concealer and mascara, in such a hurry that it looked sloppy, but hey.. it was better than nothing. My hair was going to have to just be put up in a bun that day because there was no way in hell I would have time to blow-dry and straighten it.

Finally, I was at school.. it was seven thirty five but my teacher marked me present and on time, thank God. Although I was five minutes late, that shouldn't have gave everyone a reason to stare at me.. Why is everyone looking at me like I have five heads I wondered. Yeah, today I didn't look my best but it wasn't like I looked like I got hit by a bus or just walked out of hell.. even my teacher was glancing up one too many times at me. "Uhm may I go to the bathroom?" Mrs. Dumont just nodded at me and darted her head back down at her desk. What the hell was going on I thought as I was walking down the hallway to the girls room, whatever it is I thought, I would soon be finding out.

Tears were falling down my face rapidly as I stood infront of the mirror, alone in the bathroom. So humiliated that there was no way anyone could make me feel better. How could I have been so concerned with my hair and make-up that I forgot my clothes? Why the hell didn't my mom or friends say anything when they saw me completely butt-naked? Betrayed and embarrassed were just understatements for how I felt. My body, pale, from the winter weather had been seen by the whole school and I would never live it down. I collapsed on the floor, uncontrollably crying.

Someone started to nudge on my shoulder, but I was at first, too mortified to see who it was. Slowly, the nudging became harder, starting to shake my whole body.
"Hillary!"
"Hillary, wake up, class is over!"
I slowly lifted my head up off the desk, dis-oriented from what was going on..
"Girl, you gotta stop falling asleep in class, Mrs. Dapice is going to give you a detention next time you do!"