Mommy made me take a bath and wash my hair. I hate it when she does that. But she still made me anyways.
I walked into my room and put on the outfit that I picked out last night. My favoritest blue overalls and my pink t-shirt. Then I sadly got my new pink backpack. I looked at the clock on the wall but couldn't read it.
"What time is it?" I hollered to anybody in the house. I heard my big brother's voice.
"It's 11:30, Maddie," he said. Ryan and Sharpay were so lucky 'cause their school didn't start 'til next week. "Why?"
"I dunno."
"Okay, then."
Mommy called me. "Maddie, come on! It's time to wait for the bus! Hurry, please!" I didn't move.
"Madeline Fitzpatrick, get a move on," she said. I still didn't move. Mommy hurried over to me and carried me out the door. Sharpay and Ryan came too. So did Daddy. Daddy took the day off so he could see me leave for school in the dumb bus.
Mommy put me down as soon as we got to the corner of my street where I would wait for the dumb bus every dumb day.
"We want you to have a great day, sweetie," said Daddy.
"Yeah…" Sharpay smiled. She bended down and hugged me. "Have fun, little sis."
"Same from me," said Ryan. He patted my shoulder. Then butterflies came into my tummy. You wanna know why? 'Cause the dumb bus was coming.
Mommy kissed me goodbye. But I hid behind Sharpay.
"I'm not going." I mumbled.
"Please, Maddie, you'll be fine." Mommy said. She gave me a little push.
The bus doors swished open. I don't like them. If you got stuck in that door, you would be smushed in half, and you would die.
Daddy carried me onto the bus.
"Bye, Maddie." He left me there. I made to follow him but the doors swished shut and I was stuck on the bus. My family was waving to me but I didn't wave back.
"Hey there," said the bus driver. "You can call me Waldo. Have a seat anywhere."
I trudged to a seat all by myself in the back. I hated this bus. Daddy's car was better. My eyes got a bit wet and I sniffled. But I wasn't crying. Crying was for little kids, and I wasn't a baby.
Pretty soon, other kids got on the bus. Some looked my age and some looked bigger. A boy my age sat across from me. I looked at him, but he frowned back.
"What are you looking at?" he grumped.
"Nothing," I said.
"Whatever," he said. I don't like that boy, whoever he is. The boy opened his backpack and pulled out some chocolate. I looove chocolate! But I didn't ask him for any 'cause he looked mean. I sat and sat and sat.
I stared out the window. This ride was taking a very long time. Suddenly, I felt something hit me! I looked to see what it was. A crumpled piece of paper was next to me.
I looked at it and saw that it was the mean boy's candy wrapper! I looked at him and he was laughing. Yeah, I really hate that boy. I knocked the wrapper off my seat and stared forward again, trying to block out the mean boy's laugh.
Finally the bus pulled into a parking lot. We were at Kindergarten! I smiled to myself.
"Alright, everyone!" Waldo said. "Everybody can exit the bus in a single file line!"
I got up speedy quick. All I wanted to do was get off of that dumb thing! But then I fell down. That mean boy pushed me! He snickered and left the bus. I got up and stomped out.
"Meanie!" I shouted after him.
"Whatever!" I heard him yell back.
Mrs. Laura was waiting for us by the playground. When I got there, I saw a bunch of other kids. I saw that meanie boy. That boy I hate.
More kids came a few minutes after. Then the bell rang and I think that meant that Kindergarten was starting. I looked at everyone. It seemed like they all had friends. Except me.
We all followed Mrs. Laura into a bunch of hallways and past a bunch of buildings. She said we would have a tour as soon as we put our stuff in the classroom.
Then we came to a stop and Mrs. Laura unlocked the door. Everybody pushed and shoved and squeezed in at once. A bunch of people stepped on my favorite shoes. They are green with pink laces on them. Now there were dirt marks on them.
"HEY!" I hollered. "WATCH IT!"
"Inside voices, Madeline," Mrs. Laura said.
"It's Maddie!" I whisper-yelled. She turned to the class.
"Is everybody ready to start the day?" Mrs. Laura asked. Most of the class said yes. I said yes, too, but inside my head I said no.