Finding Your Way Home...
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Chapter 1: Another Day...An Average Week?
"Cindy! Cynthia Marie Vortex!"
Another day. Another long, boring, unsatisfying day.
I rolled out of bed, onto the floor, and crawled over to my full-length mirror. I looked up and made a face. UGH...I need to fix my hair.
"CINDY!"
"What!"
"Get ready for school! You're going to be late!"
"I'm working on it!"
I stood up and got my usual outfit from my clost-biege Capri's, a spaghetti strap shirt with different shades of green, and pink and white sneakers. I finally looked in the mirror, put my dirty blond hair up, and looked at my black underlined eyes. Yuck...I ran to my drawer, dug through clutter upon clutter, and found some foundation stuff I took from my mother's room. I didn't know if it would work, and unfortunately, there was little left in the bottle.
"Cindy! Bus is here!"
Shoot.
I stuffed the bottle in my backpack and ran downstairs.
"Hi! Bye!"
"But..."
"Talk to you later!"
I ran outside, and since I didn't bother to open the curtains and look outside, I found out that it was pouring rain the hard way. And as if my luck wasn't bad enough, as soon as I got out to the bus, it drove off.
"No! Wait! I-"
But, of course, it was too late. I stood in the rain as I watched the bus drive into the distance.
I was soaked to the bone, and I was going to be late for school for the forth time of THIS month.
I looked at my neighbor, Jimmy Neutron's house briefly, and ran in the direction of Retroville High.
As you can tell, I am the average fourteen-year-old girl-and THIS was an average week...or wasn't it?