The Beginning
A muffled moan came from deep under the blankets, a hand stretched out to whack the alarm with such force that it flew off the table, onto the floor. A head-shaped lump formed under the tent of blankets, then rolled onto the floor.
"Oh good, your up" my mother said, as I, the head shaped lump emerged from my cocoon of blankets, now sprawled on the floor. I glared at her, and straightened my pajamas, standing groggily, and made my way into the bathroom. As I showered, thoughts floated through my mind. 6:00 was too early to be up, especially for school. Evil grade nine, why couldn't high schools be sensible and start at 9, like most normal schools? But no. it had to be 8.
I stepped out of the shower, and dried off, scurrying back to my room. I peered into my closet, and decided on jeans and red sweater for my first day of high school. I dressed and made my way back to the bathroom, dried my long auburn hair and put it into a messy bun.
I managed to get downstairs with out falling, and plopped myself down at the table.
"'Morning kitten," my dad said. I mumbled back a response and ate an apple out of the basket on the table. I got the orange juice out of the fridge and asked if anyone wanted any, after pouring myself a glass. My parents politely declined, and I put the carton back.
I kissed both of them on the cheek as I made my way back upstairs to brush my teeth and apply the usual purple eye shadow and lip-gloss. I felt better, now that I had eaten, and started singing a familiar song, that came out of my alarm. I picked it up, and put it back on my table, then made my bed.
I straightened up the room a bit. It really was an interesting room. The walls were a sky blue that I had painted clouds on with a sponge and some glow in the dark paint. The ceiling was navy, with stars instead of clouds. My bed spread was the same as the ceiling, minus the stars. A paper moon dangled from the light on the ceiling. The rest of it looked like a normal 13 year olds room. My kitten, Dawn, slept on the end of my bed, looking the picture of kitty happiness. My Tamora Pierce shrine was set up on the entire first shelf of my bookcase. All of her books were there; along with a picture I took with her at a reading she put on in the nearby city.
I glanced at the pile of horsie stuff in the corner and tackled that. My helmet went back in the closet, with my boots. The tack box went on the corner. Ah, the week after a show, and I still hadn't brought it all back to the barn. Pictures of my horse, Griffin, were all of the room.
I grabbed my book bag and went downstairs. My mom was getting all of her stuff together for the day, she was an elementary school principle, and my dad was sitting on the couch, reading the paper. I opened the door to the basement, and started down the stairs. About halfway down, I stumbled and fell forward, closing my eyes, bracing my hands out in front of me.
I felt a warm, almost water-like feeling come over me as I fell forward. I hit something solid, almost knocking the wind out of me.
I opened my eyes.
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What do you think? Should I continue? Please review! And flames are good, as long as you don't tell me to go and jump into a giant bubbling vat of hairspray. Thanks! Katie.
A muffled moan came from deep under the blankets, a hand stretched out to whack the alarm with such force that it flew off the table, onto the floor. A head-shaped lump formed under the tent of blankets, then rolled onto the floor.
"Oh good, your up" my mother said, as I, the head shaped lump emerged from my cocoon of blankets, now sprawled on the floor. I glared at her, and straightened my pajamas, standing groggily, and made my way into the bathroom. As I showered, thoughts floated through my mind. 6:00 was too early to be up, especially for school. Evil grade nine, why couldn't high schools be sensible and start at 9, like most normal schools? But no. it had to be 8.
I stepped out of the shower, and dried off, scurrying back to my room. I peered into my closet, and decided on jeans and red sweater for my first day of high school. I dressed and made my way back to the bathroom, dried my long auburn hair and put it into a messy bun.
I managed to get downstairs with out falling, and plopped myself down at the table.
"'Morning kitten," my dad said. I mumbled back a response and ate an apple out of the basket on the table. I got the orange juice out of the fridge and asked if anyone wanted any, after pouring myself a glass. My parents politely declined, and I put the carton back.
I kissed both of them on the cheek as I made my way back upstairs to brush my teeth and apply the usual purple eye shadow and lip-gloss. I felt better, now that I had eaten, and started singing a familiar song, that came out of my alarm. I picked it up, and put it back on my table, then made my bed.
I straightened up the room a bit. It really was an interesting room. The walls were a sky blue that I had painted clouds on with a sponge and some glow in the dark paint. The ceiling was navy, with stars instead of clouds. My bed spread was the same as the ceiling, minus the stars. A paper moon dangled from the light on the ceiling. The rest of it looked like a normal 13 year olds room. My kitten, Dawn, slept on the end of my bed, looking the picture of kitty happiness. My Tamora Pierce shrine was set up on the entire first shelf of my bookcase. All of her books were there; along with a picture I took with her at a reading she put on in the nearby city.
I glanced at the pile of horsie stuff in the corner and tackled that. My helmet went back in the closet, with my boots. The tack box went on the corner. Ah, the week after a show, and I still hadn't brought it all back to the barn. Pictures of my horse, Griffin, were all of the room.
I grabbed my book bag and went downstairs. My mom was getting all of her stuff together for the day, she was an elementary school principle, and my dad was sitting on the couch, reading the paper. I opened the door to the basement, and started down the stairs. About halfway down, I stumbled and fell forward, closing my eyes, bracing my hands out in front of me.
I felt a warm, almost water-like feeling come over me as I fell forward. I hit something solid, almost knocking the wind out of me.
I opened my eyes.
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What do you think? Should I continue? Please review! And flames are good, as long as you don't tell me to go and jump into a giant bubbling vat of hairspray. Thanks! Katie.
