It was your usual Monday morning, it was 6:00 am and my alarm had just gone off. Arctic Monkeys was playing from my computer and I was choosing my outfit for school. It took me a while, but I settled on my favorite pair of black leggings, my red plaid flannel shirt from the garage, and my brown combat boots with a black scarf and owl necklace that landed right on the above my navel. “Vanessaaa??” I hear from downstairs “are you still awake?” she's my mother; she knows I hate waking up. “Yes mom” I reply “I’m just going to jump in the shower and then I’ll come down for breakfast!” Once I got out of the shower, I added Moroccan oil to my hair, just as I could smell the sweet scent of waffles wafting up the stairs. My favorite. It took me 10 minutes tops to eat my waffle – which I topped with whipped cream, caramel and pecans – it was probably 300 calories, but it was incredibly satisfying. I then went upstairs to dry and curl my hair. I packed my lunch and got dressed, then headed to school. I walked to school like I always do; with my music. Bob Dylan was playing in my restaurant, it wasn't a big deal, but as always it changed once I got to school, I walked in right in front of Carly Smith and Emily Lockwood without a single eye on me, although that wasn't the case. don't mind considering I've never been a fan of attention. I don't want to sound cliché, but Carly and Emily were the "popular" kids at school, wearing leggings, Ugg boots, and sweaters two sizes too big with their white iPhones and the Starbucks they bought. the way to school in their shiny new cars that their fathers had bought for them. But I wasn't jealous; I never wanted to be like them. "Hey Vanessa" I turned around in shock, I knew that voice, but she... middle of paper...... yes at school I wore my combat boots and my own sweater, which made me feel good. I listened to my music on the way to school, and when Carly ripped my headphones out of my ear with a disgusted look on my face, I simply said, "I'm really sorry girls, but I need to focus on my school work, not on my clothes. and who hates who. » The girls looked appalled but I didn't care. “Are you serious?” Carly said. “Yeah, I’m so sorry!” “It’s amazing…” Emily was speechless “I’ll see you around” I just wanted them to leave at that moment. "Um, okay, I guess" Carly was too surprised to understand, but they eventually left. I put my headphones back in my ears and realized that I love the person I am, I love my music and I love the clothes I wear, and I don't want the popular girls to change that. I'm my own person, and if I can't be proud of that, what can I be proud of? ??