8/13/2006
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Bee—
I crashed my hand down on my rotten alarm clock, wishing I could lie in bed for another hour or so, but I don't want to be late for my first day of being a junior in high school now, do I? Don't let me answer that question.
I slouched out of bed, went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth then changed into a short sleeve blue shirt and some white Capri's. I quickly skimmed myself over in the mirror making sure my honey golden blonde hair was descent. I decided to pull my bangs into a clip so that there was this bubble a top my head.
I gently shut my door to my bedroom so I wouldn't wake Mom, then tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and spoon along with milk and poured some good 'ol Lucky Charm cereal.
After I was done, I slipped a pair of white sandals on and head out the front door toward the bus stop.
Mom and Dad separated five years ago; it wasn't all of a sudden or anything like that. It's just that they fought all the time and then one day Dad took a few things of his and left. Before he left though, he snuck to my room and apologized for everything. He wished that if he could do it again it would be different but, what's done is done, he had said, and abruptly hugged me then kissed my forehead. Dad looked me in the eyes and told me it would be better if he left, that there would be no more fighting. He said one last "I love you" then departed.
Believe me it was weird at first, like I didn't know what to do, but as time past I knew how to cope. I moved on. Him leaving had lots of ups and downs but I had to stay strong, if not for me, but for my Mother.
I walked to my bus stop quietly listening to the early birds chirping, as the sun was rising to greet our side of the world today. And, yes it was my bus stop, since I was the only one at it. I lived a good distance from any other house or school for that matter. My family wasn't rich it was just that we where in some way fortunate. Let's just say Mom somehow inherited about half a million dollars because the death of one of her great friends, she never really did say who.
Once, at school I walked toward my locker, my head down, worried, and hoping that I would get a locker next to someone I knew. Or, at least some one nice.
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257 My locker
I opened the locker and silently set my bag inside the dusty, gray, old compartment, three and a half foot thing, not seeing anyone on both sides of me. Maybe, I got lucky and didn't get anyone on either side of my locker. Now, that would be a treat.
No one came after a moment of me fiddling with some random object inside of my locker waiting to see the person that would be neighboring me for a whole school year.
I shut my locker knowing I wasn't going to get to see who I was gonna get stuck with, admitting defeat I staggered to class.
I already knew what I'd be in for today, nothing but introductions and planning's for the year: initially meaning nothing but boredom.
First class was Trigonometry; teacher's name was Mrs. Plaster. She was interesting, and quite loud. She even gave off some cell phone Nazi speech on how if she sees the cell phone it gets taken away then your parent's get called and blah blah blabbidy blah. She'll probably be the craziest of them all, plus there was nothing math in that class at all, at least that day there wasn't. Then right after her speech the bell rang, it was like a herd of students huddling out of a 3 foot diameter door frame, hmm that should work out. Not.
I hastily went to my locker to see if there was yet a person there. There was no one at first. Oh, but someone came alright, a bleach blonde, make up drowned, perky, preppy walked over and opened the locker to the left of mine. Along with her BFFL Michelle.
Someone, please, do away with me. Don't take it offensively it's not like I don't like people like that it's just me and her never really got along. Ever.
Her lips where smacking together as she chewed her gum, then popping of the pinkish stuff trailed after that, she was the type to say "like" after every word too. Seriously, someone do away with me. "So, like, you're whose next to my locker?" She asked dully and peppy at the same time, is that even possible?
"Yes, Presley I am." I said matter-of-factly, trying to not let her annoy me to death. Michelle sent daggers at me for some unknown reason.
She didn't even finish the conversation she just walked off as did her friend. This is gonna be so much fun.
"She's always like that, don't listen too her." Someone said momentarily after I spoke to the Blonde that sauntered off.
Without turning around to see who I was talking too I said "Is she now? And I thought we gonna hit it off right off the bat! Oh wait I knew that she was like that from the start." I said sarcastically and started splaying obscurities at her.