Here's the Best First Day of School!
Disclaimer: I own all of Sharpay and Zeke's kids, Emily Bolton, Baylee Evans, Kate Payton, Nina Cortes, and Miss Pickett. I do not own HSM, Sharpay, Zeke, Gabriella, Martha, or Ryan. :(
"Come on, Julie!" I heard my little sister Shayla call from the other side of the bathroom door, pounding.
"Quiet, Shay!" I yelled back. I sighed. This is why I get up an hour earlier than everyone elseāeven my mom. Okay, so maybe my mom gets up around the same time, and so maybe she told me the trick on how to get the most time in the bathroom. So what? "Fine," I said, slamming down the curler after hastily curling my hair. "You can have the bathroom." I picked up my makeup bag and opened the door, where Shayla and my other little sister Marie were both standing, arms crossed. Shayla looked utterly mad, but Marie had a smile tugging at her lips.
I stomped back to my bedroom. I have to share with the little princess Shayla, but last year I begged Mom and Dad to hang a curtain between the beds. Now I have a little cubicle for a room, but at least it's mine. I stood in front of the mirror on my dresser and switched the little light on. In fifteen minutes my makeup was done and I set to work on getting dressed.
Like my mom, I believe that the best part of school starts before you get there: Picking out your outfit. This is especially important when it's your first day of school, since you must make it known to the new kids that it is absolutely not okay to mess with you. After staring at my closet for five minutes, I chose a fuchsia mini skirt, light pink leggings, and a pretty slightly off the shoulder shirt that said "Diva" on the front in sequins. Now, I was ready for the sixth grade.
For me, sixth grade is a big deal. We get to go to middle school! We get to change classes like all the older kids, and get real letter grades that actually mean something.
"Hi Dad," I said, walking into the kitchen. Dad does the cooking in our family, and as usual he was making celebratory first day of school blueberry pancakes with whipped cream and extra blueberries. Yum!
"Hey Jules," he said, handing me a plate. "Eat up!"
"Hello everyone!" Mom came down fifteen minutes later to us all sitting at the table munching our pancakes.
"Mommy!" Marie put her sticky blueberry hands up for Mom to take her.
"Let Mommy get her breakfast," Dad told her. Marie put her hands down. "Shar, yours is on the counter."
"Thanks, Zekey," Mom said, kissing him and then heading towards the counter. The little kids groaned, while Ian and I exchanged a look.
"Come on," Mom said, "The Baylor Bus is leaving in half an hour whether you kids are ready or not." Everyone hurried to the bathroom to do last minute checks, while I took my toothbrush and went to Mom and Dad's bathroom to brush my teeth, again.
"Hey, Julie!" called Emily Bolton as I stepped out of Mom's car. Em and I aren't great friends, but we hang out together.
"Jules! What's your schedule?" my best friend and cousin, Baylee flew at me, schedule in hand.
I pulled a polka-dotted notecard from my purse and gave it to Baylee, who, as usual, promptly dropped it into the grass. Since the school had recently watered the yard for the first day, it was wet and immediately the neat pen job I had done started to smear. Bay and I are like complete opposites, but we're still BFFs. And, as usual, I reached for her schedule. She handed it over and I pulled another neatly inked notecard from my purse (see, I knew this would happen, and therefore come prepared with extras.)
I squealed. "We have four classes together! Math, science, English, and dreaded PE!" Baylee squealed, and we hugged.
"What's up?" Kate Payton, my Aunt Martha's daughter and my honorary cousin, joined our group.
"Schedule," Emily said, sticking out her hand. Kate obediently handed over her schedule, which we then compared with mine, Em's, and Bay's. "We all have PE together!" Emily squealed.
"Everyone to the gym!" said Miss Pickett, the principal. Everyone made a mad dash for the gym, but we hung back. We knew we'd get bad seats on the bleachers but we didn't care.
"Ooh, Julie Baylor," said Nina Cortes as she passed me with her posse. "Hanging with kids who aren't your 'type', I see."
I glared at her. Nina believes that cliques are not meant to be broken. But my friends and I, our group, was always raised to believe that cliques can always be broken. It makes sense, even though it's annoying to hear the same old story again and again and again.
"How was school, honey?" asked Mom when I walked through the door. In the afternoon, the Wildcat parents take turns bringing us all home. This afternoon my Aunt Gabi picked us all up.
"It was great," I said. "The best first day of school ever."
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