It was a typical Monday morning, it was 6:00 and my alarm was just going off. I was playing Arctic Monkeys on my computer and choosing my outfit for school. It took me a while, but I decided 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 an owl necklace that came right over the top. 'belly button. “Vanesssaaa???” I hear from downstairs "are you awake yet?" she's my mom; she knows I hate waking up. “Yes mom” I reply “I'm going to take a shower and then I'll come down for breakfast!” Once I got out of the shower I added a little Moroccan oil to my hair, just as I could smell the sweet scent of waffle wafting up the stairs. My favorite. It took me 10 minutes at most to eat my waffle, which I topped with whipped cream, caramel, and pecans—it probably contained 300 calories, but it was incredibly satisfying. Then I went upstairs to dry and curl my hair. I packed lunch, got dressed and then went to school. I walked to school like I always do; with my music Bob Dylan was playing in my seats, not a worry in the world, but as always things changed once I got to school, I walked in right in front of Carly Smith and Emily Lockwood without a single eye on me , not that I mind considering I've never been a fan of attention. I don't want to sound cliché, but Carly and Emily were the "popular" girls at school, wearing leggings, Ugg boots, and sweaters two sizes too big along with their white iPhones and the Starbucks they bought on the way to school with their their shiny new cars that their dads 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 it was… middle of paper… yes, I wore my combat boots and sweater to school, which made me feel great. I listened to my music on the way to school, and when Carly snatched the headphones from my ear with a disgusted look, I simply said, "I'm so sorry girls, but I need to focus on my school work, not my clothes." and who hates who" The girls looked shocked but I couldn't care less. "Are you serious?" Carly said, "yeah, I'm really sorry!" "This is amazing..." Emily was speechless "See you in "I just wanted them to leave at that point. "Um, okay, I guess." Carly was too surprised to understand, but eventually they left. I put the headphones back in my ears and realized that I loved the person I was. , I love my music and I love clothes that I wear, and I don't want any popular girl to change That. I am myself and if I can't be proud of that, what can I be proud of??