“Live Life for Yourself.”
The first day of sixth grade was a living nightmare. It was an early Tuesday morning, my alarm on my cell phone buzzed in my ear. My eyes slowly fluttered open, and without sitting up, I grabbed my cell phone to check what time it was. The bright light of the screen hurt my unadjusted eyes but I was able to make out the time, 5:45.
I was so used to those nice summer mornings, sleeping in, waking up but having the choice to go back to sleep if I wanted to. I groaned in annoyance at my sleepiness and dragged myself out of bed. I paused when I stood up and stretched out my body, hearing my bones pop. I yawned and grabbed my towel off of my chair to take a nice, hot shower. Hopefully that will wake me up. I dragged my feet down the stairs and saw my mother sitting on the couch, all ready and dressed for work. She smiled at me as she saw me walking down the stairs. I gazed back at her, with a blank expression as I walked down the stairs. “Good morning sweetie, first day of sixth grade. You excited?” She stood up and grinned at me as I walked across the living room, not making eye contact with her. I shrugged as I made my way into the bathroom. I was actually very excited; I was just too sleepy to show it.
I took a quick shower, blow dried my hair and put it up in a pony tail. I slapped some foundation across my face to cover up the incoming pimples bulging out of my face, stupid puberty. I threw on a pair of black school pants, a white polo, a pair of sneakers and just like that, I was ready to go. I sat on my bed until it was time for me to leave for the bus stop. I started thinking about what I thought the first day of middle school will be like. Fun or miserable? I guess we’ll find out. I got up and stumbled down the stair and out the door. As I made my way to the bus stop, I plugged my headphones into my iPod and stuck them in my ear. I could hear my mom yelling, “Tell me all about it!” as I walked away....