It was 6:15 on Monday morning.I, Laura Conning was not in the mood for going to school like any other day.
I thought about ditching all the boring classes but for some reason changed my mind about it. I was hoping
it wasnt the lexure that my mom gave me the other day about getting better grades.
The heard hit of my mother's wriste knocked twice on my door. "Laura, your still in bed!" Joanna
Connings nagged at me daughter. "Remember, Monday morning, basketball?"
"Mmmm hmmmm." I never said yes or no when my mom asked my questions like "remember its basketball or
did you brush your teeth?" It would always be mmmmmm hmmmm, uh hh, or some other mumble.
"Its been canceled." I yawned showing my perfectly white teeth which went great with my green eyes and long
brown hair, unlike my mom had blonde hear with shades of brown, though we shared the same eyes.
"Not according to this." My mom held up a calender showing all the basketball practices I had for this season. "And don't
give any excuses, that your ankle hurts." She folded her arms together." You better be awake in two minutes or
else...or else ill think of a really bad punishment." My mother never new how to punish me because
of the boring life she had.
I mouthed off the words as her mother left.I did not have a good relationship with her mom. That
was since my parents got divorced. I got so fed up with her that instead of 'mom' I started to call her by
her name, Joanna. It made my mother mad but she never really tried to pay attention to it. My parents got divorced
because my mom started seeing someone else named Bill Thomas. They got married two weeks ago and now he lives with me
and my mom. I did not see my dad in 2 months, I tell everyone hes dead but its eaier to believe than
he disappeard and never came back. Joanna claims hes in jail for robbery so I could be on her side about the
divorce. I got out of bed not fixing it up and randomly picked out clothes that I was going to wear for school.
I put on my one and only blue jeans that were torn on both of the knee parts and I put on a beige and white striped t-shirt.
"Laura!' My mother yelled. "Time for breakfast."
Laura lazily walked to the kitched where Bill was already sitting, his double neck wabled as he looked up, you could
almost see the yellow in his bald head that he would shine. "Laura, my spouce! How was your sleep!"
My spouce? MY SPOUCE? Just because im living with some big, doubled necked, bald headed man doesnt make
him my spouce. Mom gave me a look, the look that meant dont-say-a-word-or-else...I understood. "Good." I answered.
"Good, is that all you can give is good!" Bill jumped up like it was his birthday. "Come on I set room
tempature right for once in this house, haha, gosh, kill myself!" Bill laughed at his own stupid joke.
"Sweety, would you like some cereal, if not I can make you some toast?" My mom always tried to sweeten her voice
while talking to me in fron of Bill. She treated me like some kind of an angel or maybe even God. I hated how she is trying
to get attention from Bill to show off "the perfect mother she is."
7:00 me and mom left for basketball practice. We sat in the car not saying a word to each other for what seemed like
an hour. "Why do you always have to be that way?" I asked.
"What way, what are you talking about?" She switched her voice tone from sweet to mad type.
"You know what I'm talking about, the way you are to me when Bill is around."
"What are you talking about, i am like I always am when Bill is around."
I rolled my eyes hoping she did not see me. "And the voice."
"What voice?"
We got to the school, she reached over and opened the door for me so I would get out faster, she probably got sick
of my questions. She always found lame excuses to things that she could not find the answere to or if she was wronge about something.
I got out of the car and walked towards Elwood Freshmen High School not looking back to show any signal of good bye. God I hate
her, how could she? How could she trade a great guy like dad for someone like Bill Thomas. Dad always made suprises and always
admitted when he was wronge and when he was right. He had a good personality for a 42 year old and Bill he...he does not have
any personality at all. I finally got to there door and went inside some girls from basketball already arrived and gave me one
of those looks like-you-should-not-be-wearing that.
7:45 when basketball was over. I had a lousy practice not for the first time. I got hit on purpose twice in the head which
ached like heck. Nobody passed the ball to me, what was the point anyway? Its not like I could make a basket or even dribble without
the ball bouncing off my feet. I was as unanthletic as could be, I signed up for basketball so I would have better things to do with
my time instead of watch mom and Bill crack dumb jokes at each other.
I was walking to my locker, and there he was. Quarter back of the football team, six pack, hottie, perfect teeth and sparkling
blue eyes and perfectly cut dark brown hair, yes it was Kyle Glenne. He passed me, right next to me! unfortunatly stepped on my foot.
"Owwwwwwwww!" I yelled in pain first the basket ball now some hotties foot. I stumpbled back because of the pain and tripped over a chair and fell over
onto someones clay project and it splat all over, most on my butt.
"You freak!" The owner of the project looked really ticked off, I spent all night working on this!"
"Sorry it was..." I didnt have time to finish my sentence because I could here a buncha people giggling at my clay coted butt.
I turned around everyone was laughing including Kyle, even the owner of the project started to laugh. I got mad and left. Some guy kyle
I hate liking someone that did not show any source of respect towards me.
I thought about ditching all the boring classes but for some reason changed my mind about it. I was hoping
it wasnt the lexure that my mom gave me the other day about getting better grades.
The heard hit of my mother's wriste knocked twice on my door. "Laura, your still in bed!" Joanna
Connings nagged at me daughter. "Remember, Monday morning, basketball?"
"Mmmm hmmmm." I never said yes or no when my mom asked my questions like "remember its basketball or
did you brush your teeth?" It would always be mmmmmm hmmmm, uh hh, or some other mumble.
"Its been canceled." I yawned showing my perfectly white teeth which went great with my green eyes and long
brown hair, unlike my mom had blonde hear with shades of brown, though we shared the same eyes.
"Not according to this." My mom held up a calender showing all the basketball practices I had for this season. "And don't
give any excuses, that your ankle hurts." She folded her arms together." You better be awake in two minutes or
else...or else ill think of a really bad punishment." My mother never new how to punish me because
of the boring life she had.
I mouthed off the words as her mother left.I did not have a good relationship with her mom. That
was since my parents got divorced. I got so fed up with her that instead of 'mom' I started to call her by
her name, Joanna. It made my mother mad but she never really tried to pay attention to it. My parents got divorced
because my mom started seeing someone else named Bill Thomas. They got married two weeks ago and now he lives with me
and my mom. I did not see my dad in 2 months, I tell everyone hes dead but its eaier to believe than
he disappeard and never came back. Joanna claims hes in jail for robbery so I could be on her side about the
divorce. I got out of bed not fixing it up and randomly picked out clothes that I was going to wear for school.
I put on my one and only blue jeans that were torn on both of the knee parts and I put on a beige and white striped t-shirt.
"Laura!' My mother yelled. "Time for breakfast."
Laura lazily walked to the kitched where Bill was already sitting, his double neck wabled as he looked up, you could
almost see the yellow in his bald head that he would shine. "Laura, my spouce! How was your sleep!"
My spouce? MY SPOUCE? Just because im living with some big, doubled necked, bald headed man doesnt make
him my spouce. Mom gave me a look, the look that meant dont-say-a-word-or-else...I understood. "Good." I answered.
"Good, is that all you can give is good!" Bill jumped up like it was his birthday. "Come on I set room
tempature right for once in this house, haha, gosh, kill myself!" Bill laughed at his own stupid joke.
"Sweety, would you like some cereal, if not I can make you some toast?" My mom always tried to sweeten her voice
while talking to me in fron of Bill. She treated me like some kind of an angel or maybe even God. I hated how she is trying
to get attention from Bill to show off "the perfect mother she is."
7:00 me and mom left for basketball practice. We sat in the car not saying a word to each other for what seemed like
an hour. "Why do you always have to be that way?" I asked.
"What way, what are you talking about?" She switched her voice tone from sweet to mad type.
"You know what I'm talking about, the way you are to me when Bill is around."
"What are you talking about, i am like I always am when Bill is around."
I rolled my eyes hoping she did not see me. "And the voice."
"What voice?"
We got to the school, she reached over and opened the door for me so I would get out faster, she probably got sick
of my questions. She always found lame excuses to things that she could not find the answere to or if she was wronge about something.
I got out of the car and walked towards Elwood Freshmen High School not looking back to show any signal of good bye. God I hate
her, how could she? How could she trade a great guy like dad for someone like Bill Thomas. Dad always made suprises and always
admitted when he was wronge and when he was right. He had a good personality for a 42 year old and Bill he...he does not have
any personality at all. I finally got to there door and went inside some girls from basketball already arrived and gave me one
of those looks like-you-should-not-be-wearing that.
7:45 when basketball was over. I had a lousy practice not for the first time. I got hit on purpose twice in the head which
ached like heck. Nobody passed the ball to me, what was the point anyway? Its not like I could make a basket or even dribble without
the ball bouncing off my feet. I was as unanthletic as could be, I signed up for basketball so I would have better things to do with
my time instead of watch mom and Bill crack dumb jokes at each other.
I was walking to my locker, and there he was. Quarter back of the football team, six pack, hottie, perfect teeth and sparkling
blue eyes and perfectly cut dark brown hair, yes it was Kyle Glenne. He passed me, right next to me! unfortunatly stepped on my foot.
"Owwwwwwwww!" I yelled in pain first the basket ball now some hotties foot. I stumpbled back because of the pain and tripped over a chair and fell over
onto someones clay project and it splat all over, most on my butt.
"You freak!" The owner of the project looked really ticked off, I spent all night working on this!"
"Sorry it was..." I didnt have time to finish my sentence because I could here a buncha people giggling at my clay coted butt.
I turned around everyone was laughing including Kyle, even the owner of the project started to laugh. I got mad and left. Some guy kyle
I hate liking someone that did not show any source of respect towards me.