To Make A Sound

Before School

I woke up with a bolt of energy that I haven't had in a very long time. My sleep was so restless and all I could think about was the sleepover. This was going to be my first big sleepover. A sleepover with someone that actually sees me as a friend, and not just as a person to be fake to.

I jump out of bed and run straight towards my closet. I lay out my clothes and go to my bathroom. I use the toilet, brush my teeth, and wash my face. Except this time I actually have the energy to do it. I quietly scurry down the stairs, because I'm not sure if my mom is awake yet. I do my usual routine of coffee and breakfast sandwich for my mom. If your wondering why I make food for my mom it's because by the time she drops me off for school it's too late for her to get breakfast before she goes to work. So I make it for her so she can eat. I check the time and see it's only 7:45. I normally don't wake up until 8:15 so I have plenty time to do whatever I want. I decided I wanted to take last night dinners leftovers for lunch and watch some TV. I pack my bag and I went back upstairs to put my clothes on.

Now it's time for the hardest thing of the morning. Well that and getting out of bed. My hair. My hair is so thick, long, and curly. I love it so much but it's such a hassle. I take off my bonnet and see what monstrosity is sitting on top of my head. I grab my brush and get busy detangling my hair. I pull and brush, and pull and brush. My hair doesn't want to loose the fight though. It clings on to the brush likes it's trying to choke it. After a long battle of brushing, my hair gives up and it's finally detangled. I grab some gel and I decide on a slick back ponytail. I grab a pink Z hair clip and a butterfly hair clip and put them in my hair. That'll have to do.

I go back to my bed and get on my phone and see that's it's 8:30 now. Mom should be downstairs now eating her breakfast. I double check myself in the mirror, grab my phone and earbuds, and hurry downstairs.

I go to the kitchen to see mom reading a magazine and drinking her coffee. "Good Morning mom! You look great as always!" I cheer. She smiles and says" Someones in a good mood this morning. I haven't seen you this happy to go to school since it was pajama day. And that was in 4th grade." I laugh as I pour me a glass of orange juice. " Ew, the fact you think I'm happy to go to school is what scares me the most. Did you forget who you're talking to? I'm ready to go to school so me and Quin can talk about the sleepover. Also the sooner school is over the sooner I can go to Quin's." I exclaimed.It took her a moment to process all that and she started laughing hysterically. "Well that's one way to take on the day." she chuckles.

" I mean the only reason I would be happy to go to school on the daily is the fact I see Echo and Quin there. And maybe, just maybe Elmo." I exclaim. She puts the magazine down and thinks for a second. " I don't remember an Echo. Have you mentioned her before?"mom asks.

" Now that I think about it, I haven't." I reply. " So tell me about her." She looks at her watch and stands up quickly. " Tell me about her in the car!" she yells as she runs to get her purse.

I throw my backpack on and do a quick check in the mirror before running out the front door to the car. I check my backpack and make sure I have everything for school. I see my mom running towards the car. It's really funny. Her ponytail is bouncing up and down. I laugh as she opens the door. " Well... tell... m- me about... Echo." mom pants.

" Well we first started talking in Social Studies. And we got to know each other and found out we have a good bit in common. She has curly, long, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Also we're doing this writing project together and I really think you would like her if you met her."I rush out.

She gets done checking herself in the mirror and applies some lipstick. "You seem to like her a lot, and she seems like a kind soul." mom states as we pull out the driveway. " Oh yea she's so sweet, but no one sees that except me I guess. Mom gives me a curious look as we stop at the curb. "You see, I'm her only friend mom. We haven't been friends long enough for her to tell me why, and I can't tell if anythings wrong with her." I sigh and say "It just doesn't make sense. I sit back in my seat in look up at the car ceiling.

" I'm sure she'll tell you with time, but for now please just make sure your not getting in the wrong crowd okay. I don't want you creating a friendship with someone with a bad reputation." mom exclaims.

I turn my head and roll my eyes. I can't risk the sleepover. What's with her and always thinking that I can't find "good friends". I think that anyway friend that doesn't harm you in anyway, and keeps you on the right path is a good friend.

" I'm really liking this school so far, please don't ruin it for me already." I state.

She quickly pulls over and stops the car. I look at her likes she's crazy. " Mom I'm gonna be late for school and your gonna be extremely late for work. "I don't care about that." mom exclaims. I tilt my head in question because that's what she always reminds me with  if I wake up late.

" Zoe everything I do is because I love you. Everything I do is because I care for you. Don't ever say that I'm trying to ruin something for you because you'll be lying to yourself. I'll support you no matter what you do in life. All I want as your mom. Is for you not to ruin your life for  yourself.

She turns the car back on and we continue driving to school. I see her shed a tear and quickly wipes it away with one hand. I turn and face out the window feeling my eyes start to water.  Before I know it tears are falling down my face. I wipe them away quickly as I see we are pulling up at the school. I check my face in the mirror. Surprisingly my eyes aren't red and my face isn't puffy. I throw on some lotion and lip gloss and  fluff my hair out a bit. I open the car door slowly.

"Have a good day sweetie." mom says as I get out of the car. 

Before I can think with my brain my heart says " Thank you, thank you for loving me no matter what I do. I love you for that and will forever will."

I see she was about to reply, but stops and waves goodbye.  I close the door, and walk away. I quickly turn around and see her smiling through the car.

This has to be the most eventful thing to happen before school.