I hate bad hair days as much as anyone else. Even though I'm invisible at school and everywhere else, I want to look as acceptable as I can. My unruly, frizzy, curly brown hair was a burden to deal with. I usually straighten it, but there isn't time for it this morning.
I groan in frustration as another elastic breaks from the mass of my hair. I grab one more elastic and cross my fingers for good luck. I tie my hair back in a bun and wait a minute. Nothing happened. Nothing happened! I thought in glee. Finally, I succeeded in taming the beast.
I quickly run into my room to grab some clothes. I picked out a pair of navy blue skinny jeans, a soft grey tank top, a long brown cardigan, polka dot socks, and black combat boots. Before I left, I looked in the mirror one last time to make sure I looked alright. My hair was in a tight bun at the top of my head, although a few tendrils of my curls framed my face. My outfit looked alright, but I couldn't help but feel I was missing something.
My glasses! I can't believe I almost forgot them! I faced palmed. It didn't even register to me that my vision was blury until I looked in the mirror. I ran back to my room and grabbed my black glasses off of my white desk.
I glanced up at the brown clock in my room. 6:50. Dammit. I was going to be late if I didn't get moving. I grabbed my blue backpack off my bed and ran to get a couple granola bars from the cabinet before I had to sprint to the bus stop.
Luckily, I got to the bus stop just in time to catch it. I had to sit by myself because my only friend, Haven Michaels, has a car. I'm not really sure how Haven became my friend, but we've been close for many years, almost ten. We met in kindergarten, when she moved here. Ever since then, we've just clicked. She isn't invisible like me. She is very intelligent and into drama and band, so she's friends with the nerds and geeks. I'm not sure what category I fall under. Possibly nerd, I guess I'm more of a geek, though.