Hello. I'm Padma. I'm a Hispanic girl who lives in San Diego. I would describe myself as bubbly, carefree, and a dreamer. My twin brother, Pablo, says it's because I'm a pisces. He's all about this Zodiac stuff, and is trying to figure out why his personality is not like his sign, which is also pisces because...WE'RE TWINZ!

Anyways, lets start at the beginning. The first day of the ninth grade. Stress, anxiety, excitement, dread, and basically every emotion battling inside you. Yep.

I wake up and grab my phone. I start playing my favorite song: Best Day Of My Life by American Authors.

Suddenly I start dancing around my room as I get ready. I put on a simple blue sundress that'll fit dress code. Pacific High isn't as strict so I get to wear spaghetti straps, as long as the dress goes past where my hands are when I let my arms fall down to my thighs.

I zip into my room and brush my bedhead with a Wet Brush that I put under water. Still singing to the song, I dance around as I try to control the mess of hair on my head. Soon it's tamed and I put a blue flower in it. My favorite headpiece.

I grab my phone and rush downstairs. I quickly pop some buttered toast in my mouth and sling my backpack over my shoulder before I dash out the door.

As I walk to school, I can tell people are watching as I carelessly dance and sing to the same song as 10 minutes ago, which has been on repeat. The sun is shining and I'm ready for the first day of Pacific High. Just one thought though, are the people of Pacific High ready for me?

I brush off the thought, trying to tell myself: "Who cares?" When really, I do. I need to make a good impression to make friends. No friends and I'm lost in a sea of strangers, and people I knew who went through drastic changes.