Ronnie looked up at me smugly and then went back to cleaning himself on the pillow. "Get out of here, Ronnie!" I yelled at him, and shooed him away. He jumped up, startled, and ran out of my bedroom. I went over to my bed, and sure enough, there was ferret hair all over my pillow! Dumb ferret, I thought. I checked the clock; it was 10:42. I got my pajamas on and got into bed, and drifted off to sleep. I woke up at 7:01. (I was on time today.) Waking up, I picked out a nice outfit; some jean capris, a floral pattern top, and some black flats. I walked down the stairs and found some cereal, ate it, then found my backpack and met Dad in the car.
"Ready to go, Pumpkin?" he asked.
"Uh huh," I said. We rode the two-minute drive to school and I hopped out.
"You're going to need to ride the bus home from school, Sophia," Dad called to me.
"Okay, Dad!" I called back. I walked cautiously into the building, checking for mean girls in green sweaters, and thankfully, saw none. I strode into first period. Second period computers was a bore.
"You've gotta keep your fingers on 'F' and 'J'!" Who needs typing, anyway?
I thought. I walked to third hour art, (the only class I really like) sat down, unnoticed, and started my self portrait painting.
After ten minutes of working, I was fully absorbed in my painting. Even though I've been working on this portrait for a little while, it still looked like a frog. Hmmm... Which color should I use for my eyes? I thought. Suddenly, I heard a chop. What was that? I whirled around in my seat and saw Maggie, the green sweater girl from yesterday, holding a pair of scissors and a big chunk of blond hair in her other hand. "Did you just cut off my hair?!" I asked.
"Maybe," Maggie smirked as she sauntered away, laughing. I jumped out of my seat and ran to the nearest bathroom, which unfortunately was the most crowded bathroom at the time. I ducked into a stall and hoped nobody had noticed.
"So what'd you get on the quiz?" A deep voice asked.
"I totally bombed it, dude. Now I've got detention," another deep voice answered.
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Small Town South Carolina
Short Story16 year old Sophia is from Florida, so she's used to the city. Due to her mom having to go to Australia on a business trip, she has to move to South Carolina with her dad for the semester even though she's totally responsible enough to stay home. Wh...
