You wake up and realize... oh dang! It's the first day ofseventh gradeand you haven't picked your outfit out yet! Quickly, before you miss your bus, you find the only cute outfit you own; a pair of jeweled flip-flops, a pale yellow shirt, and plaid capris/shorts. "Thank God!" you say to yourself. You still have enough time to put on a nearly invisible layer of make-up that your mom always forbids. You walk downstairs and are greeted by a warm hug from your momand dad, and one of those soft licks from your dog.
"Morning honey." your mom says to you with a quick glance. Suddenly, before you had time to hide your face, your mom quickly turns her head back toward you and notices the thin layer of make-up you were so careful to make non-visible.
"What's that?" your mom says with the 'look'.
"What's what?" you answer.
"That make-up. Sweetie, what do I always say about growing up too fast?!"
"Mo-om," you say with a groan. "Come on! Weren't you a teen once?"
"Yes, and we never wore trashy make-up like that. Go wash it off."
You climb back up the stairs and wash off the small amount of make-up. It's as if she just doesn't understand! I'm 13 and I should be able to wear what I want. You look out the bathroom window and see your bus driving away without you! You quickly dash downstairs and grab a Pop-Tart, and run outside after the bus screaming "WAIT! I'M COMING! WAIT FOR ME!" The bus stops in the middle of the street and you climb on, sweaty and exasperated from running so much. Kids are laughing at you and pointing, but quickly it all stopped because they continued their conversations. "What a horrible way to start the day!" you think to yourself.
When you get to school you are greeted by your best friend who you haven't seen since summer! "Oh my gosh!" you two say in unision to eachother, and give eachother a tight hug. "I've missed you so much!". Together you walk to the playground and sit on the swings, catching up on what happened since you have last seen eachother. Before you know it the bell rings and everyone starts heading into the school to their first class.
You look at your schedule for your day and see that your first class is Language Arts. Remembering back to sixth grade, yourealize how much you have loved that subject! But when you walk into the classroom, your teacher gives you a glare and says, "You're late!"
"I-I'm s-sorry." you studder, red in the face. You look around as you take the only seat left in the front of the room, and EVERYONE is red in the face, exhausted, and look as if they have been scrambling around the whole morning. Although you already don't like your teacher, your morning pretty much sucked, you think to yourself; "I guess this year won't be so bad!"
