7:00 a.m.: The alarm from your Blackberry Chocolate wakes you up to the tune of "One Less Lonely Girl" by Justin Bieber.

You lay in bed for a second, reliving his great Kids Choice Award performance of last year. You gaze around your room after turning the alarm off. TigerBeat posters line the walls. Your favorite Joe Jonas one is across from your bathroom.

You blow him a kiss, put on an Aeropostale graphic tee, denim bermuda shorts and get ready for your day.

11:00 a.m.: You're walking from science to language arts, listening to "Fireflies" by Owl City when your best friend rushes up to you to tell you the latest news. "Oh my gosh, you will not believe what Carly did after the dance last week!"

She squeals.

"She kissed one boy on the cheek, and then gave another boy a hug! And it wasn't even a side hug." You listen in awe, wondering how one girl could be so scandalous.

4:00 p.m.: You're walking home with two of your friends. With only one ear bud in, listening to "Hey Soul Sister," you're cooler than the other side of the pillow (that was your most liked Facebook status, nbd). You're walking along when the cutest boy in your grade sends you a text.

"Heyyy(:"

You were so unprepared. Three y's and a smiley face? He should propose already. You consult your friends about what to say next. You decide to shoot him back with a sly, "Heyyy! Sup(:" After one minute of texting, you have your future kids names planned out.

He wanted to know if you and your friends wanted to TP a house with his that night. You felt a rush of adrenaline when you said yes. You were living on the dangerous side now. All you needed was your mom to take you to CVS to buy some toilet paper and you were golden.

10:00 p.m.: You're having a sleepover with your friends, waiting for him to text you so you could TP the house. You've been acting like a rebel for the past six hours, because now you were a girl that TP'ed houses. You were wild. You just finished watching "Wizards of Waverly Place" when he tells you to meet him at the neighborhood park. You instantly became excited, because everyone knows an invitation to the park is that first step to dating. You walk downstairs and your dad says you can't go to the park. Ugh if only he would understand your need for young teenage freedom. You sadly text the boy back and say you can't go out. He responds with, "It's ok (: want to play the question game?" You swoon. You knew this was off to a good start.