Chapter 1: "What the schist!?"
"What the schist?"
I looked up, and I was staring at myself.
Okay people, let me pause right there. Let's rewind back a couple hours.
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"Hi Ms. Julie!" It was the end of the school day. As a safety patrol, I'm in charge of helping the older students in and out of cars. One of the bonuses of doing this getting to terrorize 3rd graders and to get out five minutes early of science. At 3:15, when 3rd and 4th went inside, Ricardo came over and I started venting to him about how mean 3rd grade can be. I mean, come on, you're not allowed to sit on the sidewalk, not to mention that I'm so clumsy that I'd probably step on you. Duuuh.
"Are you going to Youth Group tonight, Kylie?" Mr. D. asked (Yes Ricardo and I call him that by choice, even though they are barely similar). "No, my mom says that I gotta clean, and really, is it worth it to go to youth group if none of my friends go, and even if they do go, they hang out with their other friend groups. And I have to babysit Sam today. Besides, I gotta let other people win trivia sometime. Maybe next week." "Okay."
"Kylie!" my mom called. "Come to my room when you're done." My mom teaches first grade at my school. I'm in 7th. "Okay!"
I bounced over to Mr. Martin., my homeroom/science teacher and "patiently" waited for him to stop talking. I changed my mind and turned instead to Mr. H. "¿ Que hora es?" For some unknown reason, my music/computer teacher made me ask what time it was in Spanish. Apparently I ask too much and need to exercise my brain a bit. "Son las tres y veintiocho." "TWO WHOLE MINUTES! Well, technically not two WHOLE minutes, rather 1 and something seconds, but still…" Mr. H gave me a look. "Did I say that out loud?" "Yes."
I trudge towards the last cone. "Mr. D.! What time is it?!" "3:30 and all's well!" That's our cue. Ricardo and I start putting the cones in. "Bye Zahira!" I call out to my best friend. After going to my locker and arguing with Ricardo about why he should read The Kane Chronicles and Magnus Chase, not just PJO, HoO, and ToA, I go to my mom.
"I just have to help Ms. Jenkins and then get Samantha." Samantha-antha is 5. "Can you please stack the chairs?"
Time skip brought to you by the best war cry ever: "Peanut Butter!".
(At home.)
"You can watch TV for now." I told Sammie. "I'll be in the office/closet reorganizing and watching some movies, okay? Momma and Daddy will be home late, but you need to go to bed by nine. So you can watch about four episodes. 'Kay?"
"Okay!"
After reorganizing my books, pens, paints, beads, clothes (my drawers are tiiiiiiiiiinyyyyyyyy), and watching two episodes of Agents of Shield, I check on Sammie-Bammie (A/N I am trying to put a different nickname each time.) "This is your last show, so be prepared."
I start working on the floor trying to minimize the mess. I changed my mind halfway through and decided to read some fanfics about Scorbus or a PJO/ Avengers crossover. I looked at the time. "Samalamadingdong! It's time to brush your teeth!"
"But Kylie!"
"I already let you stay up an extra ten minutes and gave you an extra candy for dessert. Get ready for bed!" I turned around to go get her and force her into the bathroom, but somethi-
"What the schist!"
I looked up, and I was staring at myself.