Ok, I'm writing this one fun. I don't expect it to be any good, so no flames when it sucks. Oh, and Jumbo, I use your pen-name as my main character. PM me if this is a problem

Peace out,

Macaronigirl

The sweet autumn air enveloped me as I sat on the edge of my pier. Today was my last day of freedom. Tomorrow I had to return to the horrible pool of learning commonly known as 'school'.

You see, this summer had been a blissful escape from the horror of my everyday world. School, school, and-did I mention? - School all had been bugging me, so, naturally, I didn't really want to return to stinking torture chamber that caused all my pain. (I know it sounds like I'm depressed, but I just hate school. Go figure.)

So anyway, I was determined to stay peaceful, and there would be absolutely no interrup - - -

"BROOKE!" Ugh. What happened to no interruptions people? "BROOKE!!!!!!" my little sister Alley's voice broke into my supposedly interruption-free zone. Again. I sighed. Just when I thought I had some peace and quiet, my little sister-brat had to come ruin it!

"Brooke, Mommy wants you in the kitchen. She says you had better come now or else she might…."

I didn't stick around long enough to find out Mommy might do. Standing up fluidly, I ran to the house, running away from an annoying sister, but towards an annoying mother.

"Brooke Augustine!" I flinched at the sound of my full name. My mother only used it when she was angry. Or annoyed.

"Brooke Augustine, if I have tell you one more time to- - -"Whatever. I always zoned out after the word 'tell' anyways. No big deal.

I mumbled a quick "Yes Mother" and dashed away before she could finish her sermon about the importance of some unimportant subject. I couldn't go back outside, for fear of an attack by the evil Alley. However, neither could I stay inside, for fear of an ambush by Mother.

I saw only one other place to go.

DING DONG. I rang the doorbell, hoping they were home. DING DONG, DING DONG. I stomped my foot impatiently. Good News: The door opened. Bad news: I was standing to close, so the opening door smacked me in the face. Ow. I was in pain. Pain like 'I think you just broke my nose pain', though it probably wasn't that serious.

The face of a frizzy blond hair girl popped around the door to look at me. She gasped in surprise and started talking super-fast to me.

"Oh my jelly! I am sorry I just hit you in the face with a door and is there anything I could do to help and now I feel so bad and I wish you weren't hurt and I think there's blood gushing from your nose and - - -"

Despite my pain, I had to smile. That was Izzy. She was my spastic best friend, but her klutziness was charming yet painful.

"Slow down. Breathe. Be calm." I told her. With a little more coaxing, I managed to get her calmed down enough (she never is completely calm) to get me a towel for my nose. We sat around the kitchen table and all was relatively calm until she mentioned the forbidden subject.

"So, are you ready to go back to school?" Izzy asked. I shook my head. "No. Am I ever ready to go back to school?" Izzy thought about it for a while and I suppressed a smile. That was a rhetorical question, but Izzy wouldn't have known. I love her, but she is so stupid.

ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! I felt my phone go off in my pocket. Caller I.D. said it was my mom, but I already knew that because of my panicking ringtone that only goes off when the dreadful Mother calls.

Sighing, I open the phone, then immediately wished I hadn't. My mom was yelling at the top of her lungs, so I had to hold the about a foot away from my face. Izzy's face was a mixture of shock and amusement.

"BROOKE AUGUSTINE, YOU GET BACK HOME RIGHT NOW! YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED YOUR HOMEWORK AND I NEED YOU TO WATCH YOUR SISTER WHILE I GO SHOPPING. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? WHY AREN'T YOU MOVING? GO, GO, GO!!!!!" Mother screamed. I slammed the phone shut, told Izzy goodbye, and left.

Boy was Mom mad.

See, I couldn't figure out why I had to go home, because I didn't have any homework yet, and Mom never wanted to go shopping anyway. So, I pointed this out to her, and I think she blew a fuse or something.

And now I'm grounded.

~Sigh~

Well, on the positive side…umm…… Oh. I know it's bad when I think of something positive to say. I wish that it was still only the beginning of summer and that I was un-grounded. And pigs would fly before that happened.

How much worse could my life get?

It could get a lot worse.

At least I got a good night's sleep that night. I was running in a field full of little yellow flowers that smelled like heaven. The night sky glittered with shooting stars, and I was totally at peace. And the moon is made of green cheese.

No, what I actually dreamed about was getting chased by the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz. They chased me down a path until I fell into a hole with a White Rabbit, who had a pocket watch. Then, after I chased him for a while, I got lost in a jungle where Baloo from the movie Jungle Book started singing the song Bare Necessities. I was so confused; I woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning. After I blinked a couple times, I fell back into an uneasy sleep.

Beep beep! Beep beep!

Ugh. I decided to ignore my alarm clock and hope I could get away with a few more hours of sleep. I had high expectations until Mom walked in and yelled at me to get my lazy bum up. It was time to face the reality of the day.

And then it dawned on me. Today was no ordinary day. It was the beginning of the horror called school.

I threw the covers off the bed and rushed to get changed. Much as I hated school, I didn't want to look like a wreck on my first day back. I shrugged on clothes and hurried downstairs for a quick breakfast before I had to meet Izzy and Rissa at our meeting place.

Rissa is my other best friend. She is calm and level headed, so she balances out Izzy's hyperness very well. She has light brown hair and a smile like she hasn't a care in the world, even though she does. However, when I met her in front of the school she was extremely nervous. She was just like all of us.

With my best friends by my side, I walked through the doors to school, as if nothing could stand in our way.

That is to say, nothing but Roxy Simmons.

Sorry this is so boring. It gets exciting next chapter. Can't wait to update!

Ciao for now,

Macaronigirl