My name is Kara Rodriguez, I am 15 years old and trying to survive middle school. Here is where my life begins...
Kara's POV:
The alarm clock woke me up, the sound beeped in my head. I rolled to the right, tapping my alarm clock gently. My hair was all nappy and my mouth was covered in slobber. I jumped out of bed and tied my robe, I made my way to the bathroom. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. I washed my face,combed my hair, and got dressed. I sat at the dinner table where my mom was.
Kara's Mom's POV:
I stared at my daughter and placed her pancakes next to her, she had frown on her face, I wondered what was wrong?
Kara's POV:
I was angry, it was my first day of middle school. I didn't want to eat, I was nervous. What if they embarrass me? Thoughts raced through my mind, how could mom survive this?
Kara got inside the car, she twisted her fingers together. "Mom do I have to go?" She said sadly. "If your brother is going your going" Kara's Mom replied. "Thanks a lot Max" Kara growled and gently socked her brother in the back. The car arrived at the school, bunches of students were hanging outside of the school.
Kara's POV:
I looked up and sighed. Thoughts raced through my head once again. I pushed the door in anger and slammed it when I was out. This was it I was going to enter the school. I walked inside bunches of kids knocked me down running to this fabulous girl, well I mean I wouldn't a call her THAT.
A girl stood out a limo, her hair was black and she was wearing a pink dress. Her eyes were dark brown and she pushed anyone out of her way.
Kara's POV:
This girl was Brooklyn Vice, or as I call her the Drama Queen. I turned back and looked around just to hear Brooklyn's voice. "Oh my gosh are you going to move or what?" Brooklyn yelled and pushed me out the way. I fell to the floor and sighed. Who would want to be friends with me anyway? As I just thought that a girl I with skinny jeans and a red t-shirt held out her hand. I held on to the girl's hand and thanked her. I asked for her name and all I got was "Melanie".
Melanie's POV:
I haven't seen this girl at this school before. She must have been a new student. I told her all about Brooklyn and how she acts. I told her we could be friends aI'd I dragged her to the janitor's closet.
To be continued..