I didn't mean to! I swear!

Oh i hate times like this. Sure I'm confident and all that jazz, but we all have our ticks, and mine is standing alone, especially in a crowd. But that's to far into the story, lets back pedal a little, so we can all see how i end up in yet another sucky situation.

***Five hours earlier***

"We can do this all day kiddo. I'll say Blair get up, you say five more minutes and then you can be late for school. Or and i'm just putting this out there, you can haul ass out of bed, get into that bathroom, get dressed and be on time! Shocker, I know!"

This made me chuckle a little. I loved my mother, she was the epitome of cool and laid back, but in the morning she was my greatest adversary, well almost every morning...

"I'm in the shower mom! Shocker i know!" I called out imitating her sarcastic remark.

That's when i heard the screaming, "The world is coming to an end! The world as we know it is over, save yourselves! Women and children first!"

"I am not that bad in the mornings mother!" I giggled imagining the look on her face as she ran up and down the halls frantically. "You're making me seem like I'm lazy!"

"I'm not making anything," she sung back.

"I resent that!"

But she was right. I was a total lazy ass in the mornings, a fire couldn't get me out of bed, earth quakes couldn't get me out of bed... One direction singing to me couldn't get me out of bed! But today was different. Today was a new beginning, a fresh start and i didn't want to spend it racing around the house searching for matching socks. You would be surprised how often THAT happened!

I glanced at the clock on the bathroom wall resentfully. Just because i was happy about today, did not mean that i was happy about the time! It was glaring at me resentfully and at the same time mocking me with its flashing lights.

05:15

If you're wondering why there's a clock in my bathroom, wonder no further. My mother and i weren't the most on time people, especially not when we had to get ready in the mornings. The clock was there to make sure she didn't end up going to work at ten o clock and to make sure i actually end up going anywhere. Today it was there to show me how ridiculously early i got up.

But for once i was all showered up, my hair was washed, teeth brushed and it wasn't even ten minutes until i had to leave. Damn the accomplishments you could make if you just gave a lettuce.

There's another fun tit bit about me: I don't swear, not a word not a curse not a nothing. Instead i found absurdly  weird words to say instead. Like this one time i told the dude in the exam room i was in to peanut butter himself and tomato the hell up! Yeah... i got some looks for that one, but the look on his face was priceless, and it wasn't my fault he insisted on pestering me for the answers. He wasn't even my friend, didn't know me from a bar of soap, and yet he still insisted. Imagine sitting in a room after getting three hours of sleep, you're flustered, anxious and trying to work out what the bloody hell you say to a man in German and then,

"Hey psst, girly, whats the answer to 12 B,"
"Kid is this actually a word,"
"Girl whats 12 C,"

On and on continuously for one and a half hours. Any other paper and i might have felt bad and given him something. I didn't condone it but maybe, but not German. Oh god you don't mess with me when it comes to German. It was my hardest subject, the only thing i had to actually stress over in order to get my A, and i was an OCD PMSín weirdo when it came to my straight A's. I blame my family.

But we're off topic! The reason i was so damn excited was because today was the first day of Gildeon Craw Academy. No i am not that nerdy girl who goes gaga for school! But i was excited to be attending G.C. For my own selfish reasons and to finally get out of the house.

You heard me right people its a boarding school, and one of the best in the country! It wasn't your normal high school and you had to pass a shit load of things to get in, but i did and now i was finally getting to start off my adventure.

You may ask, what twisted soul would willingly volunteer to leave home, well one who hardly leaves at all. I lived a very sheltered life, and my mom was a hell of an over protective parent. She loved me, she really did, but sometimes she loved me a bit too much, attesting to the fact as to why i hardly ever go out. If i'm going, I'm going with her, no exceptions if's and's or buts. BUT this was just a touch of freedom. I'd like to reiterate that i love my mother, in fact we we're so close we could have been sisters, but i wanted an adventure, a chance to finally make my like exciting and unpredictable and G.C was that chance.

I was leaving today, and suddenly i felt nervous. I'd never actually been away from home for a long period of time and i was starting high school. What if something went wrong and i cant get in. What if there's a problem with my flight. What if i-

ENOUGH! i subconsciously screamed. You wanted an adventure Crash, well here it is!

Quickly i toweled off and wrung out my hair. Staring at myself in the foggy mirror i prepped myself. When i was about as normal as i was going to get i retreated back to my room. Everything was still here. Mom wanted me to be able to slip right back in when i came back to visit, although secretly i think she wanted everything to stay so it would be like i wasn't leaving at all.

My walls were still covered in pictures, stuff littered the desk everything looked normal. Except it was clean, my room was hardly ever clean. Even my wardrobe was full, only my absolute favorites were making the trip with me, everything else would stay here. My mother had decked me out completely, buying everything i would ever need in my new school, including a brand spanking new wardrobe.

Everything was downstairs packed into three bags and a backpack, whilst all the big stuff had been put through the mail and already awaited me at my new room. I slipped on my outfit for the day and stood back trying to take it in.

Blue high waisted jeans covered my slightly long legs, it was ripped and faded and my favorite thing ever. A pretty navy blue and white striped sailor shirt was loosely tucked in and the wide collar sat flat on my chest. My dark blue converse had to be thrown in there. I didn't do lots of jewelry, in fact i hardly did any, sticking to quick silver studs and that was it. My dark long black hair was pulled away from my face in a high pony tale, but alas the strands were drying curly and some was already falling out framing my face with little curly ringlets. NO MAKEUP was allowed, but my mom let me use the occasional eyeliner and lip balm.

I looked different, not my clothes, this is usually how i pranced around, but my face. My olive skin seemed brighter and my blue eyes shone almost electrically. I bit my lip, a habit i had managed to pick up over the years and swung my back pack over my shoulder.

Time to face the beginning of a grand adventure.