This being at least the third time she tried to wake me up, I figured I should probably get out of bed. The first day of school was usually awful for me. Well maybe not awful, but certainly not fun. I was determined to make this year different. Summer was over, and I was starting my senior year today. Over the summer I had lost over 20 pounds. I was determined to shed my image of the shy, awkward chubby girl. This year I would make more friends, join activities and get a boyfriend. Senior year was going to be my year. I stumbled downstairs in my pajamas. Mom and dad were already sitting at the table. Dad smiled at me. "Are you excited for your first day back, Princess?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "Seriously dad, I'm almost 18. Aren't I a little too old to still be called Princess?" He smiled at me fondly. "No, you'll always be my princess." I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a grapefruit. My dad wrinkled his nose. "How can you eat that? It's so bitter." I shrugged.
