1 my vlog
“Hi, I’m Ellinor—wait, no, no recording—ugh. Start over. Alarm goes off. “Ughh. I was awake all night,” I groaned, dragging myself out of bed. I shuffled into my mom’s room, hoping to pull the classic “I don’t feel good” excuse. But nope—she didn’t even open her eyes. “Go to school, Ella,” she mumbled. Yeah, Ella. Not Ellinor—that’s my grandma’s name. I must’ve been so tired I introduced myself wrong. That’s how this day was going. I’ve got nice brown hair, I guess, and I go for that clean girl style—hair slicked back, cute hoodie, hoops. I’m not popular or anything. Just… me. I love CapCut, Facebook (don’t judge), and being left alone. But of course, this morning had other plans. “WAIT… WAIT!” I yelled, sprinting toward the bus. It didn’t wait. I stood there in the driveway, panting, watching the bus pull off without me. So now I was officially late, officially walking, and officially over it. “Could this get any worse?” I muttered. Right on cue, a shiny black car zoomed past me—and sploosh. Mud. Water. All over me. I froze, dripping. Behind the wheel? That jerk Gavin. Gavin, with his perfect hair, smug little smirk, and millionaire daddy. He didn’t even look back. I was cold. Wet. Muddy. Tired. And now officially done with this entire planet. By the time I dragged myself into school, I was twenty minutes late. The front office lady raised an eyebrow like I just committed a crime. “Detention,” she said flatly. I didn’t even argue. Just took the slip and walked toward the one room that guaranteed my day could still get worse.
