Peimacee Summer

Chapter 1

Sage
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The last week of school is awful to say the least.

When I first started my freshman year I was excited at the prospect of new friends, new classes, and new hall ways.

That stopped after the first week when I had failed at making friends, had 2 hours of homework in each class, and gotten lost a record of 9 times (I have no sense of direction).

The last week was worse.

Studying nonstop, piles of homework and too much stress to deal with.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a good student. I'm taking advanced science, A.P. Government, geometry, and honors English in freshman year. I'm just not a great student.

I care about grades and get upset if I fail a test, but leaving a homework assignment at home hardly fazes me. Which is why I hardly have 3 A's. But the rest are B+'s so I'm satisfied.

Finals are in two days and although I look calm, inside I'm freaked.

Notes are scribbled in my notebook as I sit on my bed reading through all my geometry notes. It's 11:33 pm and it's getting hard to keep my eyes open.

I dial my best friend (who is about as close to me as my cousin across the country)

"Clare! What notes do you have on page 213 in you geometry notebook? I can't read mine." I say as soon as she picks up.

"Let me check." She says then reads me her notes.

I scribble down everything she says and do some sample questions. After I hang up, I study for 2 more hours. Then I fall asleep with my notebook on my lap.

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I wake up at 5 am. Nice. I got 4 hours of sleep.

I practically fall out of bed and grab some cloths. Then I go to my bathroom to take a shower. I turn it on cold to wake me up. I scrub my body and shave my legs. Then I wash my hair and throw in some dry conditioner. I step out and wrap myself in a towel.

5:20

After getting out, I blow dry my hair and slip into my mudd, boot cut jeans and flannel shirt.

5:30

Running back to the bathroom, I brush my teeth and wash my face. Mascara had run down my face from the shower, but washes off decently easily.

5:38

I reapply my mascara and line my eyes in thin black. I put on some light concealer under my eyes and use my favorite lip gloss (marshmallow cream).

5:45

Then I reach back and braid my dark hair simply down my back, almost touching my butt. Then I realize that it totally messed up.

5:50

I undo my hair and braid it again.

5:55

I finally get it right and my whole look screams "I'm country!" Then I run upstairs to eat.

Flipping the light on in the pantry I scour for food. No poptarts, no pancakes, no muffins, no cereal, not even an apple! Shit.

Deciding to have mom stop at McDonald's, I wake her up and she drives to McDonald's where I get a hash brown and small sweet tea.

Then she drops me off at the hell hole.

Another day of studying.

Then the first day of finals.

The next morning, the only thing that gets me out of bed is this thought

2 days left till summer starts

Then 1 day left till summer.

Then 1 hour left

1 minute.

The bells of heaven are ringing.

We're out.