The One in the Background | Completed

I wake up around 6:30 in the morning to get ready for school. I walk over to the bathroom, and start the shower. As the warm water hits me, it just makes me want to stay there forever. Soon, the water turns cold, and I quickly jump out. I grab my towel and dry off. I then tie the towel around myself, and scurry to my room. I walk over to the closet to choose an outfit for the day. I decide on a pair of white shorts and a loose pastel purple shirt. I head back to the bathroom, and I put on some mascara around my deep brown eyes. I then dry my brown hair with my blow dryer. My hair is dead straight, but I'm just gonna leave it today. Once I finish getting ready I head downstairs. Ryan, my twin brother, was already chowing down a bowl of cereal. Ryan has blonde hair, and brown eyes just like mine. He is the quarterback on the school's football team. He is a girl's magnet, just like all the other boys on the team. They all use them to their advantage. Use them one night, get a new one the next. It kinda makes me sick, knowing my brother. . . "Hey Ryan," I greet as I throw a package of pancake in the microwave. "Hey Mia," he says back, "we are leaving in 15." I look at the clock and realize it's already 7:30. School starts at 8. I guess my shower did run long. Whoops. I take my pancakes out of the microwave and drizzle them in syrup. I then cut a square of butter, trying to make it look like the type you see on a menu. It totally does not work, but I eat them anyway. "Are you ready to go?" Ryan asks. "Yeah, let me just go upstairs and grab my phone and bag," I rush up the stairs, and into my room. I unplug my phone, and I grab my bag. I head outside and see Ryan waiting in the car. We share a car but Ryan has, in a way, "claimed" the car. I hop in the passenger seat, and we set off to school. We only live about 5 minutes from the school, so it isn't a long trip. Once we park the car, we say our short goodbyes, then part. He goes to his large group of friends, and I go to my single friend. I believe Ryan's catchphrase is "the more the merrier" whereas mine would go, "the more the scarier." "Hey Mia!" My best friend, Haley, greets, "You look great, as always!" "Aww, thanks. You look amazing as well!" Haley has her dark brown hair curled, her bright blue eyes are lined with a smoky eye, and she has bright red lipstick. She flashes me a smile, as we walk to my locker. When we get there, I grab my math junk, and slam the door shut. We have math together, so we walk there together. We get there a few minutes early. As we watch a few more people come in, the bell goes off. The teacher comes in with a scowl. "Good morning class. Today we will be starting unit 2. Open your textbooks to page 37. Start the practice on the top," he says with a monotone, 20 seconds in between each sentence. I look down at my page to see a whole bunch of numbers and variables. I try working it out, but I keep getting weird answers. So, of course, I take a quick peek at Haley's page and see number 5 circled. I quickly jot down 5, and wait politely for class to finish up. "Mia," the teacher calls. Crap. That's my name. I absolutely hate being called on. "Yes?" I look up, giving him an innocent smile. I can already feel my cheeks filling up with red. "The answer please," he snarls. "Um. . .5," I mumble. "What was that?" "5," I say a little louder. "Huh?" The teacher smiles innocently. At this moment I feel my face burning, and the whole class was staring at me. This is so embarrassing. I bet this teacher knows it too. "5! She said 5!" Haley yells for me. "Was I asking you Haley? I don't think so. Mia. What's the answer?" He shouts back at Haley. "5!" I shout, giving him a glare. "That's the correct answer. Thank you. How'd you get that Mia?" He smiles. Right now, I want to die. I sink into my seat and internally groan. "I'm just messing with you. Didn't mean for your face to turn all red and stuff," he says. This only makes me turn an even deeper red, it didn't help that a bunch of classmates were looking at me and laughing. I look down and bury my head into my arms, to cover my face. Thank god it's Friday. "Mia! Get your head up off the desk! I don't want you to fall asleep!" He scolds. I hate this guy with a burning passion.