On August, 5th, 2014, I grab my stuffed bag of school supplies. I look at my schedule 10,000 times. I sit in the same bus seat I've sat in for the last 2 years. This is my last year to make a difference which is impossible because I literally never leave my comfort zone which is Lamona my best friend who is 3 inches taller and calls me shawty all time. I woke up this morning 7:26 AM stumbled for my thick, black rimmed glasses which I'm blind without. I put on the only pair of black jeans I then owned (they were baggy) and threw a dirty Fall Out Boy shirt on at the end of 6th grade I learned what a Pete Wentz was and it ruined my life forever. I was unfortunately a "Directioner" (fan on the now broken up boy-band One Direction). Fall Out Boy lead me to discover what Paramore and Panic! At The Disco was in 7th grade. I grabbed some semi-dirty socks and shoved them on my feet, I put on my only black shoes (which were outlaced with pink ehh). I looked through my room to find a hoodie, I successfully found my one & only black and grey wool sweater. I walked out the door just in time to see my 16 year old, cocky brother, Blake wrestle with my-twin shy and very smart, Emma. Emma and I were not alike at all she had curly blonde hair always in a pony tail and I had straight blue hair. My mother, Paige with a cigarette in her mouth smoking as always, I secretly hope I get to steal one tonight. "Lets go, Lets GO!", she practically yells. We shuffle in the beat-up white car. She drives to the bus stop hurriedly. I'm focused on the book Divergent ( I've read it a million times with Lamona). We all get out to the bus #8. Blake sits all the way in the back, semi-middle. I sit semi-close to the front but farther away so the cameras wont see my phone or ear buds. I smash the ear buds in my ear and press play to a Fall Out Boy song "The Pros & Cons Of Breathing". I relax as best as I can to enjoy the music before the hell of school I'm about to face for another year.
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I Will Soon Forget The Color Of Your Eyes And You'll Forget Mine.
No FicciónThis is a true story. I have changed some names to keep the privacy of those individuals. a 14 teen year old Saige Caine, entering the 8th grade is very calm and a dreamer at heart. She is called the young Van Gogh for her generation. She is very al...