On the first day of high school I wore a pair of tight, flared pants with oversize chunky heels. The year was 1997 and I spent the entire summer pouring over Seventeen magazine in an effort to perfect my back to school outfit. After all, high school was going to be nothing like middle school. The awkardness that had been my constant shadow for the past three years of junior high was over. This was going to be my fresh start.
I stood with Laura Anne in the bustling hallway at the top of the stairs in the science building, taking it all in before heading to homeroom.
Then I promptly tripped and fell down the entire flight of stairs.
