"Get your hynie out of bed, its time for school," my mom yelled up the stairs. "Please shut up," I yelled back sarcastically. "Don't make me get the belt!" "IM UP!!"
Today was the first day of school, and I'm dreading it. Not because it was school, that's fine. It was because it was High School. I was going into tenth grade and was regretting ever attempting to pass my end of the year test.
Walking into middle school was a whole different enviroment. There were different bullies from different schools. Different people to befriend. Different learning. Different teachers. The only thing I had to look forward to was my best friend Allyson. We had known each other since I moved to fannin county from alaska, and I knew she would be with me throughout the whole experience.
"Do I have to go," I ask my mom trudging down the stairs. "You don't have to, you can be a hobo and live on the streets!" "Is that a choice??"
