Unexpected

The Beginning

"Do you have everything you need for tomorrow honey?" my mom asked me while she was getting ready to go to work. "Yes mom. Ill be fine," I replied, "don't worry about a thing."

"Okay honey, just making sure. Tomorrow is a big day for you. I want my little girl to look adorable," she answered putting on her mascara. I looked at her and shook my head, "Mom. Its only 9th grade, not a big deal. And I'm not adorable anymore. I'm almost 16 yrs. Old." My mom didn't reply.

I turned around and as soon as I did I heard clicking. I turned back and I saw my mom quickly waddling to the door. "Wait! Are you taking me to school in the morning?" I yelled before she closed the door. No reply, just the slam of a door. My mom is work crazy. She works over night at a hospital. I'm usually always left here alone.

I went to my room and laid down until I went to sleep.

The Next Morning

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ugh! I hate that sound. I slam my hand on the snooze button and jump up out of my bed. So many thoughts are running through my head right now. I tried to calm down and went to take a shower. After I got out, immediately I dialed up my best friend, Jaz.

She answered right away. "Hey! You ready for our first day?" She screamed in excitement. I answered back, "Duh! I cant wait until we get there and see all the new people that are coming in." "Yeah and the boys too," Jazzy said in a sly voice. I laughed, " Yeah, them too." I told her that I would call her back as soon as I was about to leave. She said okay and hung up.

I rushed to put on my new outfit that my mom and I had bought the day before. I admit, my mom has an okay taste in clothes. I went to brush my teeth and checked the time. 7:36. I had to be at school at 8 and my mom hadn't came to get me yet. I called her and no response. I called her again. Still no response. I called Jazzy back. "Hey Jazz. Do you think your mom will be able to come pick me? My mom isn't answering the phone," I desperately asked. "Sorry ash. We're already here. My mom thought it was a good idea for us to come early so she can meet my teachers."

"I'll see what I can do. Ill talk to you when I get there," I told her then hung up. I checked the time again. 7:40. I tried to call my mom again. No answer. I grabbed my jacket and bag and headed for the door. As I reached for the handle, I heard something. A car pulling into the drive way. I swung open the door and there was my mom motioning for me to come get in the car. I locked the door behind me and ran to the car. "Sorry sweetie. It was really busy and my phone died." My mom said as we pulled out the driveway. When I finally got to school it was 7:47. I sprinted up the stairs and through the doors. There were kids everywhere. Most of them I didn't know. A tingly feeling immediately came to my stomach.

The first thing that came to my mind was: FIND JAZZ. I slowly walked down the hallway. The wall were filled with lockers on either walls. People were talking loudly and all I felt were eyes following my every move. I just kept walking straight until I saw a sign that said office. I turned into the room. There was a long table with 3 teachers standing behind them. Three signs hung in front of each teacher. They read: A-H, I-P- Q-Z. I assumed that they wanted us to to go the the sign that started with our last name so I went to the sign that said "I-P" since my last name was Jackson. The lady there smiled.

"Hello. Whats your name?" said asked politely. "Ashley. Ashley Jackson," I told her. She began flipping through a big stack of papers. After a few seconds she pulled a sheet out and handed it to me. "Ashley Jackson. Here you go. This is your schedule for this semester."

I looked down at my schedule scanning what classes I was put into. They were all were normal level classes. I don't think I could of handled anything more, the work I do now is just fine. I smiled at the lady and walked out of the office back into what seemed as a riot. "Room 18," I said to myself. I looked around at the signs on the doors, occasionally glancing at some of the people around me. I looked as if I was baby gazelle slowly walking through a pack of hungry lions ready to pounce at any moment.