Disclaimer: I do not own the Baker family but I do own the Clark family
In the Baker household-
"SARAH BAKER GET UP!" My mom's voice came from downstairs. My name is Sarah Baker, I am 13 years old. I am one out of 12 children. I have brown hair that is usually in pigtails. Sometimes I wear a ski hat or a frog beanie. My favorite sport is lacrosse and I spend most of my time doing it.
I stifle and yawn and look at the clock. "It's 7:00!" I yell and fall out of bed. "Sarah are you alright?" Charlie's voice comes from outside my room. "I'm fine." I say and rub my head. I have to get dressed quickly. I make my way to my dresser and find my green t-shirt that says lacrosse and black shorts. I run to the bathroom and put them on after brushing my teeth.
"I'm going to be so late." I mutter and put my hair in pigtails. I grab my black beanie and put it on my head. "Lacrosse stick…where's my lacrosse stick." I say messing my room up as I search. "Mom!" I yell for my mom. "Have you seen my lacrosse stick?" I asked. "Check under your bed." Kate Baker's voice came and sure enough it was right where I left it.
With my lacrosse stick I run out of my room and down the stairs. "Hi Mom, bye mom." I say and grab and pop-tart. I run out of the house and hop on my bike and pedal down the sidewalk towards my school. "Please don't let me get in too much trouble." I mutter.
Pulling up to the bike rack at my school, I lock my bike up with a chain. "My backpack!" I yell in annoyance. I left my backpack on the kitchen table that had my ten page book report in it. I sigh and walk into the school slapping myself mentally for being so stupid. To make things worse I have English first. Walking to my locker I put in the correct code and find my locker is jammed.
In anger I start kicking it. "Open up you stupid locker!" I yell and start screaming out swear words. "Sarah Baker!" A woman's voice came from behind me. I turn around to see my principal standing there. "We don't use that language in this school." She said and came over to my locker. She lifted the tab and it opened. "Thanks." I mutter and she walked away.
Still mad, I place my lacrosse stick in my locker and close it. "I really need a vacation." I said and walked into English and took my seat in the back. Once the bell rang Mr. Williams walked to the front. "Please pass up your book reports." He said and everyone but me passed it up. "Ms. Baker is there a reason you don't have your book report?" he asked. After a sigh I stand up. "I left it at home on the kitchen table, since I was in a rush to get to school." I said. "Can I bring it in tomorrow?" I ask. "I said specifically that it was due today, no extensions. I'm sorry but you will get a zero." Mr. Williams said.
I bang my head on the desk. My grade was low enough already….a D! Now it will just become an F. I was already suspended from lacrosse because of my grades and now I'm sure it will happen again. "This day could not get any worse." I said softly.
