While I was out cold, I dreamt of my normal life. I thought of my school, my siblings, and everything that has to do with a normal teenager's life. My day went sort-of like this:
I woke up at 7:30am. I greeted my parents. My mom is a blonde curly-haired clean freak. She was washing countertops for probably the twelfth time that morning. My dad, who has short, black hair, is always clean-shaven (unlike Elijah) and wears a crisply ironed (courtesy of my mother) suit. He works from 8:00am to 8:00pm. So we all have breakfast together, and we never eat dinner together. It's kind-of opposite from most families, but we like it.
I went into the bathroom to take a shower. Then I got out, put on a bathrobe and dried my hair. I went back out into the kitchen, kissed my dad good-bye, and went in my room to get dressed. My bedroom was a normal teens room; clothes all over the floor, trash overflowing the garbage can and the bed sheet "magically" found its way to the floor as well.
My desk was covered in papers, textbooks and folders. An opened bottle of nail polish was oozing onto a piece of paper labeled "Math Homework pg. 319". There also was a fair amount of broken pencils, pens that dried up, and eraser shavings. My mom called my room "the death trap of dirt". It is the only room in the house that is like that.
That brings me to my next discussion, my siblings. I have a younger brother, who is four. His name is Matt. Then there's me, Apryl, at age fourteen. After me, there are my older sisters, Marissa and Jaclyn. They are twins, and they are seventeen years old. I know, pretty large age differences, but we get along fairly well.
Matt is a good kid is who follows the rules he learns in his pre-school class. "Share," "Respect others," and "Kindness" to name a few. He never bothers my sisters or me while we are doing our homework or he doesn't ask us to play stupid board games with him every thirty seconds. He just plays by himself in his room and doesn't bother anyone.
Marissa and Jaclyn are, well, kind-of, shall I say it, nerds. They are obsessed with school and I think they don't really have a life. If one of them gets a B on their report cards, I think they would have a panic attack. Compared to me, they are both geniuses. My last report card consisted of one D, two C's, two B's and an A.
I went to school. My first class was math, my worst subject. I just doodled the whole time and didn't listen to a word the teacher said the whole time. My next class was Journalism. The one class I got an A in. I love to write. The journalism teacher, Mr. Walls, loves me for my enthusiasm towards writing. After journalism, I had gym, one of my C classes. I'm not that athletic, not at all. When I sort-of try, I just fall on my face and embarrass myself. Coach Miller is quite disappointed in me. Oh-well. You don't have to be athletic to be an author.
Fourth period was geography, which was one of my B classes. It was easy, but I'm not very organized, so I lose a lot of assignments. After geography, I sat with my friends Jamie, Curt, and Lizzy. I brought my lunch. A PB&J. Kind-of boring, but hey, my day is rather boring.
Fifth period is science, my other B class. I do well in science, but not well on tests. My last class of the day is language arts. I hate my language arts teacher, Mr. Burke. I think he hates me back. I do my work, but he marks things wrong, even if I get it right.
When I got home, I went straight to my room to start my homework. I already shoved the math assignment out of my mind and went straight for my journalism project. It was to go to an after-school event, take pictures and write a news-like report. It could be one of your own activities, a friend's, or a sibling's. I decided to go to Matt's Baby-Ball basketball game.
That was when I saw a flash of color. Then everything got fuzzy.