I wake up, my alarm screaming at me to get up. As I lie in bed, I remember it's the first day of school.
Yes! I can't wait to see my friends! I think to myself, extremely excited. Then it hit me, it's my first day of my new school.
Great, I get to be the new kid again. Last time it didn't go so well, and 6th graders are so much meaner than 1st graders. Good luck to me. I force myself to get out of bed and get ready for the long day ahead. As I look for something to wear, my mother barges into my room.
"Oh, you're already awake." She tells me surprised.
"Yes mom, I'm awake." I responded, just a slight bit irritated.
"Are you ready for your first day at your new school?" She asked me as usual, only this year she said "new school".
"No. Not at all." I say wondering what disaster lies ahead.
"How come?" My mother asked me curiously.
"A lot of reasons. First off, I can't decide what to wear. Second off—"
"Well you're in luck. I got you four outfits. Two feminine and two maculine. I normally get you one of each, but I wasn't sure which ones you would like better so I just got you all of them." She cuts me off, excited about the outfits.
"Oh." I quietly tell her, barely above a whisper.
"Oh? Is there something wrong?" She asked, growing concerned.
"It's just..." I trail off, not wanting to burden her.
"What is it honey? You know you can tell me anything." She walks to my bed, sitting down, pulling me into a soft embrace as she speaks. Ok idk if that is better or worse lol
"Come here. Talk to me." She gestures, patting the bed next to her.
"Mom, I need to get ready for school. I don't want to be late on the first day. Could I see the outfits please?" I say turning to face her. Just then, Lacey pops her head in the room looking around. Once she sees me, she trots right up to me, leaping onto the bed.
"See, even Lacey is worried. I'm not giving you the outfits until you tell me what is on your mind." She sincerely commented, attempting to comfort me.
"Okay fine, you win." I say while I walk to my bed laying next to her. Lacey follows and lays down in my lap.
"Lacey! You're too big to be a lap dog!" I tell her, laughing.
"Now, what's on your mind sweetheart?" She asked with gentleness in her voice.
"I just— I don't see why we had to move. Now I have to make new friends again." I quietly explain, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.
"Oh sweetie, you know why we had to move."
"I know we had to move because of all the violence in the neighborhood, but I don't see why I had to change schools. We're still close to my old school, so why can't I go there instead? I don't want to be the new kid again." I quickly explained to her, hoping and praying she would understand. She goes quiet for a moment. Please don't be mad. Please don't be mad, I keep repeating in my head.
"That's true, but you'd have to get up extra early in the morning." She explained.
"I'm willing to do that." I quickly respond, hoping I can convince her to move me back. Please let it work. I hate being the new kid.
"It is also going to take a lot of gas for me to take you to school everyday."
"I can take the bus if you want." Please say yes. Please.
"Alright then, I don't see why not. I have things to do today but I can go talk to the school tomorrow if that's really what you want," She gives in, knowing how badly I would miss my friends. Oh my goodness! It really worked!
"Really? Thank you so much, Mom!" I jump up to give her a hug, thanking her.
"You're welcome, honey." She smiles down at me, returning my embrace. She then proceeds to get up off the bed.
"Since you're going to change me back to my old school, could I stay home today and tomorrow?"
"No. Absolutely not." She answered strictly.
"Dang. Well it was worth a shot, right Lacey?" I ask Lacey, slightly disappointed, but unsurprised. Lacey jumps off the bed, trotting over to Mom.
"Lacey! You're supposed to be on my side, you little traitor!" I scoff jokingly.
"Come on, you need to get ready before you're late for school." Mom commands me. I follow her to her room, noticing there's nothing on the bed. Hmm, that's strange. She normally lays them out on the bed for me, but I don't see them anywhere.
"Where are the outfits? You usually lay them out on the bed for me." I ask, confused. She opens her closet and quickly retrieves a bag. She takes out the clothes, setting them gently on the bed. As she does this I observe the outfits, trying to decide which one to choose. I stare blankly at the outfits for a moment, trying to decipher which one I like the best. Ooo a hoodie and some jeans. Now those are just screaming out my name. I carefully pick up the outfit so I can finish getting ready.
"I'll go and put the other three away for you. Hurry and change, you don't want to be late on your first day!"
I quickly get dressed and then go to my room so I can fix my hair. Dang it Lacey, why don't you listen during your dog training. You could have gotten the dang comb while I was changing.
"I'm going to get the car ready. Meet me outside when you're done."
"Ok mom, I will." I snatch my comb and walk to my mirror to fix my hair. After I finish combing my hair, I return the comb and grab my bookbag.
"Honey, hurry! You're gonna be late!" Mom yells from outside.
"I'm coming, Mom!" I yell back.
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Meesha's Past
RandomMeesha is a 17 year old teen who has had a rough life. She moves schools and wants to go back to her old school with all of her old friends. The only problem is her mother is stubborn. She struggles to make friends and gets bullied. But in the end s...
