As I wake up the next morning, I remember everything that happened the other day and try to go back to sleep but it's no use. Mom comes into my room to wake me up. "I have a fever," I told her. She leaves and comes back with a thermometer. "hmmmm No you're fine, now get ready." I reluctantly get ready and head down. "I have to go to work early, you'll have to walk to school, it's only a few minutes away." I can't walk there, on the way to school the 8th grader bullies hangout on the field next to the school, before class. They will Definitely bring up the thing that happened yesterday. "What?! But, Mom! I can't!" I argued, "You can complain all you want but I need to go," she said as she opened the door. Sigh...Looks like I'm walking to school.
While i walk i keep thinking about the worst possibilities. "Dabria!" I turn around after hearing my name, "Oh, hi Charlee," I said. Charlotte Barlowe is my best friend, she had been my best friend ever since the 2nd grade. She is a quiet kid with a lot to say- okay maybe she isn't very quiet she is more reckless. She is a kinda short girl with a fair skintone and long curly blonde hair "Well, guess you decided to walk for once," "I'm never doing this again." Charlee laughs, "You're lucky you get a ride to school everyday! None of my siblings or parents are willing to." She remarked, "anyway, have you seen Yara?" Yara is my other friend, I only have 2 friends. Deal with it. She has light brown skin, short brown hair and eyes, and she is apathetic, thats not the greatest when you try to make her laugh. "No," I replied. "I'm right here," comes a voice behind me, I turn around. "Ohhh, h-hey Yara.... Uhmm" I reply, "shit, theres the field!" "Whats wrong with the field?" Say Yara and Charlee in unison. "JINX!" yells Charlee "you owe me a soda!"
