June 2nd.

The next morning I got up and realized I still had time to get to school.

Which meant time to get my makeup on.

Which meant,...I could impress The God..

I ran around frantically, brushing my hair, doing my makeup, brushing my teeth and getting ready, all more or less at the same time. I had to make up for the last two days of utter failure. I just had to! My lips were perfect and plump, my light eye makeup brought up the colour of my blue/gray eyes, my hair looked nice for a change...Everything seemed to  be perfect. I strutted down the stairs, blinking as I saw no one there.

"Hm, mom and dad must've left early for work" I mumbled to myself with a shrug.

I grabbed my bag and skipped down the stairs and strutted down the street, just in case Stephen was there. Then, I saw him... Oh my god he looked so hot. He had his shirt off, revealing his abs, which weren't too muscley, like some sort of freaky body builder dude. He looked at me, squinting from the sun a little.

"Are you going to school?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Well, yeah, duuuh" I said, laughing a little. "Where else would I be going?"

Stephen paused before bursting out laughing. I stood there blinking until he stopped laughing.

"You do realise it's Saturday, right? No school on Saturdays" he said, talking to me as if I were dumb, which pretty much offended me. I mean, it was all his fault. I was too busy thinking about him to notice the day. Yep, all his fault.

"Er...Oh...My calender must be wrong! Ha..." I chuckled nervously and bolted back to the house, tripping a few times before actually reaching the door.

I could hear his laughing in the background, it echoed through my head. I ran upstairs and threw myself on the bed and buried my face in a pillow. My mom hovered in the doorway, concerned.

"Honey, what's wrong?" I heard her sweet familiar 'worried' voice say.

"I am a spesh for life" I mumbled into my pillow. My mom merely snickered and left me to my lying in woe.

Nothing more to report, spent the rest of the day considering going to a school for special people, or becoming a hermit who lives under a bridge, then no one would bother me, and I could sit and sob over what a complete and utter spaz I am.