For Every Life There is a Story

One Day at a Time - Version 2

It was just a normal fall day.

Until it wasn't.

I awoke with the sun at 7 am like I always do. I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs for breakfast. My mom was already in the kitchen in her work uniform at the stove. She usually leaves before it's time for me to start school.

"Good morning Owen." She said, turning around and handing me a plate of pancakes.

"Hi mom." I say back, reaching for the maple syrup.

"Is dad already at work?" I ask her, a bite of pancake already in my mouth.

"Yeah, and he'll be working late again tonight too." She replies turning back to face the stove.

"Okay." I say back.

My dad has to work late sometimes if he has extra patients that day. I'm guessing this time he had paperwork or something since he knew he'd be late already.

"Don't miss the bus, okay? I have to go now, but I'll be here when you get home." Mom said to me as she made sure to turn off the stove and picked up her purse.

"Okay, bye love you." I called after her.

"Love you too." She said closing the front door behind her as she stepped outside.

I finished up my pancakes and headed for the living room. I grabbed the tv remote off of the coffee table and plopped myself down on the couch. I sorted through the show options and finally picked one I was interested in.

Before I knew it, it was already 8:15.

I shut off the tv and ran to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and started back into the kitchen. I put on my shoes and my coat. I zipped up my backpack and swung it over my shoulders.

I grabbed my house key off the hook by the door and turned the knob. I stepped onto the front porch and closed the door, locking it behind me. I walked to the edge of my driveway to wait for the bus.

I climb the steps leading into the school bus and take a seat, four rows from the back. I watch my house pass by as the driver starts up the bus again. We exit my neighborhood and eventually come to the school. I get back off the bus and head to my homeroom.

I put my backpack in my locker on the way there, and took only the supplies for my first couple of classes with me to my room. I went straight to my desk to sit down.

The beginning of the day went by pretty quickly.

Math.

ELA.

Science.

Social studies.

Then it was time for lunch. I found my friends at the table we claimed at the beginning of the school year.

"It's time for lunch!" My friend Mike said. At this point I already knew exactly what was coming.

"Oooh, a turkey sandwich, mmmmmm." He said. Jackson and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes.

"What did you get for lunch Jackson?" He asked him.

"A ham sandwich. Yummy." He replied.

"Owen, what did you get for lunch?" Jackson asked me, knowing that it was my turn to say something ridiculous.

"It's a, tuba fish sandwich." I replied, acting like it was hilarious.

"A tuba fish sandwich, that's silly!" Mike says, still giggling.