Dreams

'Beep! Beep! Beep!' A loud repetitive beeping noise woke me up. It's nice to wake up to my alarm clock, and not my parents screaming at each other. For once. I toppled over on my left side and turned my alarm clock off. It's 5:00am, no wonder my parents aren't fighting yet. Their not even up. They usually wake me up ten before 6, so I only have a few minuets to get ready. I got up and grabbed at my iPod, and put it in the dock to play my music quietly. I stood up and went to my white vanity and my cat Standing on it. I took her and set her on my bed. Then I took my hairbrush and started brushing my red hair. Ginger if you want to say that. "Ow!" I yelped, still trying to be quiet. I quickly tiptoed out of my room to see if my parents woke up yet. They didn't. I ran back into my room and got dressed. A loose pink pullover top with skinny jeans. Then I started to do my makeup. I tried doing it more carefully since I had more time to get ready Then I normally did. I devoted my extra time to making myself look better than I normally did. I could look average today, maybe someone would talk to me If I was pretty. It was already 5:30am. I was done with my makeup so I took my UGGS out of my closet and slid them on my feet. My family's rich, I would say. We live in a huge house and we go shopping all the time. We always have the best clothes and furniture. My dads a lawyer, over payed one I would say. My mom is a therapist, over payed too. So they always have money to throw around. My mom came into my room and said, "honey, I thought I would wake you up earlier then usual." Then I waved and she smiled. "Wow! When did you get up." She was wearing her PINK sweatpants with a spaghetti strap tank top. She tries to hard to be young. "My alarm went off at five," I replied, "so I took at vantage of the extra time." I pointed to the Mac Makeup covering my vanity. "I'm glad to see you up. I'll have Mindy make some pancakes." Mindy's our butler/maid. But she's part of the family. My mom got up and went back in to her room. I went back into my closet and grabbed my Dreams Jar. It slipped out of my grasp and all the papers spilt out. I looked at my clock, I had 25 minuets left. I sat down and crossed my legs and lifted the jar upside down to let the rest of the papers spill out. My dreams jar was a Dill Pickle Jar painted light pink, with the words dreams on it. I stared it in 6th grade. My first year in middle school. I was popular then. The 8th graders loved me, 7th graders were always crowding me,everyone in my grade was practically begging me to Be their best friend. I was happy. But I wanted more. So my best friend Ali came over and we made these, hers was light blue and said 'WISHES.' We started folding up index cards for things we wanted.

I set the jar upright again and picked up a card. 'I want me and Ali to be best friends forever!' Ali hated me after 6th grade. Well everyone did. I guess I just did something wrong. Because on the first day of 7th grade I was friendless. I picked up another one. 'I want Halloween to be the best ever!' I rolled my eyes and picked up another one. 'I want a pink limo!' I wouldn't mind that. Another one, 'I want I become a world a famous artist!' I've always wanted to be an artist. My room is filled with my paintings. Two at a time, 'I wish Jasun liked me!' But he never did, never will. I threw all the papers back in the jar and told myself that I would finish reading them after school. I put it back in my closet, but pulled it back onto the floor. And took out an index card and wrote, 'I wish I had friends.' And threw it in the jar. Then put it back it the cardboard box on my shelf, grabbed my iPod and ear buds and ran downstairs. Mindy was holding a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. "Mindy, what are you doing?" My mom is obsessed with weight. Only fruit pancakes. Or plain. With no syrup. Mindy pulled me into the kitchen and lathered it with chocolate syrup. "Don't tell your mother." She winked. I haven't had chocolate in so long. I devoured it within 5 minuets. Then I hugged her and went to brush my teeth. It was 6 already. So as soon as I was done with my teeth I speed walked to the bus stop. Everyone else was already their. I saw Jasun and Ali. Walking towards the stop sign. I was by the stop sign. No. Bus hurry. My heart started pounding. No. No. No. Go. Turn around. I should start walking home, tell my mom that I forgot my math book. She would drive me. "Hey, Mia." A heroic deep voice cut off my thoughts. I turned to see Jasun waving at me, Ali by his side. Behind Ali was 4 of my old friends. Their used to be 7 people in their group. I could name all them, Amanda had black shoulder length hair and was the one putting Chapstick on. Lilly was the one with long blonde hair. James was the one starring at Lilly's boobs. And Kendra was the one with Brunette roots and the rest of hair was blonde. Ali has black hair, longest hair out of the group with it dyed pink. Jasun's had hair that was dark brown. With blue eyes. He was gorgeous. These were the popularity click at my school, I used to be one. And they were talking to me. I took a deep breath then spoke, "Hi, Jasun. Ali." I smiled at both of them. Maybe I was going to be popular again, I don't have to eat lunch alone. I won't have people forget my birthday. This is it.