The alarm clock went off. I groaned, rolled over, and fell on the
floor. My mom banged on the door. "You okay in there, honey? Did your
dresser fall over again?"
"No mom. The gremlins are just raiding my closet again," I yelled back.
"I don't see how they can get the doors open with all the junk you have in there," She replied, no doubt rolling her eyes.
I managed to get to the light switch without breaking anything (body parts or otherwise) and flipped it on. My room is a dark green (not that you can really tell), but the walls are covered with everything imaginable. I put old sheet music up in one corner like wallpaper. Over my bed there are dozens of old calendar pictures, ranging from castles to penguins to movie stars. I love movies. Above my closet I have dozens of postcards from just about everywhere you can think of. The rest of my wall space is covered in posters. They range from Star Wars and Indiana Jones to car posters and posters of favorite musicians. I love Maynard Ferguson. I saw perform about three years ago, and fell in love with his type of music.
The light hurt my eyes. It was too bright. A car honked outside, and I groaned again. My ride to school (Kat) was here. I opened the window, and she yelled at me. "Niemi," (that's my last name) "You're gonna make us late!!!" I waved my hand in a 'pssshhh' gesture at her and replied, "Love you too, darling!" which made her laugh.
I closed the window and pulled on a pair of jeans that didn't smell too bad, and a tie-dye shirt that didn't have any stains on it. Grabbing my bag and sax case, I ran down the stairs, through the kitchen, and grabbed a pop tart. My mother yelled something about eating a good breakfast for the first day of school, but I ignored her. I ran out the front door, and threw my bad and case in the trunk of Kat's car. I climbed in the passenger seat, and we were off. Pulling out of the driveway, Kat clicked her stopwatch and said, "Wow, a new record. Three minutes, thirty- three seconds. Maybe we should call the Guinness Book of World Records; quickest time for getting ready for school." I laughed and turned on the radio. Loud. Come Together started blasting from the speakers. A good omen for the first day of the last year of High School.
"No mom. The gremlins are just raiding my closet again," I yelled back.
"I don't see how they can get the doors open with all the junk you have in there," She replied, no doubt rolling her eyes.
I managed to get to the light switch without breaking anything (body parts or otherwise) and flipped it on. My room is a dark green (not that you can really tell), but the walls are covered with everything imaginable. I put old sheet music up in one corner like wallpaper. Over my bed there are dozens of old calendar pictures, ranging from castles to penguins to movie stars. I love movies. Above my closet I have dozens of postcards from just about everywhere you can think of. The rest of my wall space is covered in posters. They range from Star Wars and Indiana Jones to car posters and posters of favorite musicians. I love Maynard Ferguson. I saw perform about three years ago, and fell in love with his type of music.
The light hurt my eyes. It was too bright. A car honked outside, and I groaned again. My ride to school (Kat) was here. I opened the window, and she yelled at me. "Niemi," (that's my last name) "You're gonna make us late!!!" I waved my hand in a 'pssshhh' gesture at her and replied, "Love you too, darling!" which made her laugh.
I closed the window and pulled on a pair of jeans that didn't smell too bad, and a tie-dye shirt that didn't have any stains on it. Grabbing my bag and sax case, I ran down the stairs, through the kitchen, and grabbed a pop tart. My mother yelled something about eating a good breakfast for the first day of school, but I ignored her. I ran out the front door, and threw my bad and case in the trunk of Kat's car. I climbed in the passenger seat, and we were off. Pulling out of the driveway, Kat clicked her stopwatch and said, "Wow, a new record. Three minutes, thirty- three seconds. Maybe we should call the Guinness Book of World Records; quickest time for getting ready for school." I laughed and turned on the radio. Loud. Come Together started blasting from the speakers. A good omen for the first day of the last year of High School.