I wake up, starving. I suddenly realized what I had done. I slept in my mom's lap, did not eat dinner, didn't brush my teeth, and most importantly, did not do my homework. I walk up to the mirror. I am a MESS. My hair was all fuzzy, my school clothes were still on, and my crusty eye boogers smeared all over my face. I quickly checked the time. It's still 4:53. I lie on my bed again, just as my mom peeked into my room.
"Hey, honey. Do you want something to eat?" My mom said.
"YES! I AM STARVING." I said with extra sarcasm.
"Woah! Okay. Breakfast is already ready for you on the table." My mom said as she started leading me down the stairs. I walk down too.I look at the spiderwebs on the railing.
"Shouldn't you clean some of the house up? I mean, it is REALLY dirty." I said, pointing at the dust on the pictures.
"Honey, we talked about this before. Your dad's too busy working, and I need to work too! You can clean some of the things up, though."My mom replied.
"But I have homework!" I said, unhappily.
"No complaining. It's just the way it is, and you'll have to live with it until I find a group of cleaners. I made French toast for you, your favorite! I even added some gummy bears on the side. To celebrate your first day of high school!" My mom responded. I raced downstairs. I LOVE GUMMY BEARS!!! I go to the kitchen and sit down immediately. But then I think of the homework that I'm missing from yesterday. I rush upstairs to grab my backpack.When I got to the table again, Mom was pouring milk into my glass.
"Thanks, mom. You're the best! I need some homework to do, and..." But before I could say any more, she interrupted me.
"Oooooh! I would LOVE to help. We still have two hours, so we could get a lot done. Which one do you want to do first?" My mom shrieked at me, suddenly excited. I don't blame her. She's a teacher, so she loves kids.The only reason why I don't go to her school is that when she was little, she went to Crestwood High. She loved it, and she wanted me to enjoy the times too.But seriously, I would rather go to HER school than MY school with Amanda Verlice. I take out the math packet. I glance over it. It is about geometry. I remember last year learning about it. After I race through it, and triple-check my work, I hand it to Mom to confirm it.
"Nice job! All correct! This is fun! Let's do history next!" My mom said, as I sighed, relieved. My mom graduated college with a history degree, so she is crazed about it. But I like history too, so I takeout the history packet and set it on the table. Then, I take a few bites of myFrench toast and a sip of my milk.
"Do we have orange juice?" I ask, looking over the history packet.
"Yep! Wait a second." My mom answered, poking her head into the fridge again. Then, she took out the bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice that she just bought yesterday after teaching. I looked at the packet.Then, I think about what I learned yesterday in school. Hmm. Native Americans, cultures. Then I stop. I open my backpack. I take out my notebook. (I like to call the notebooks I use for taking notes "Notes Book".) I review my notes on the tribes and how they are formed, what the Native Americans do, and how they live. Then, I opened my packet of homework. I pretty much have everything I have in my notebook, so I just mostly copy things down. Did I mention that I am a good note-taker? I check my work and flip through the book to confirm. Yay! I mostly LOVE school. Only mostly though. A flashback of Amelia comes to my mind.I squeeze my eyes, hoping the thoughts would disappear. But then, my mom came. "Hey, sweetheart. Are you okay?" She asked, kindly. I open my eyes. That was so terrible. I shiver.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Let's do science next." I said, smiling meekly.
"Oh, um, sure! I have your orange juice." She smiled and handed me the orange juice. She is the BEST mother ever!
"Yay!" I said, quietly, but excitedly. "I need some help with science homework." I don't like science. I don't understand it. I finish the French toast.
"Of course! I am glad to help you!" My mom said, smiling.I grab the maple syrup. I LOVE maple syrup. It's like candy to me. I look at the big packet of HATE. Sigh. Homework. Yesterday, we learned about Biology and the definition of it. Even though I paid attention, I still think it is very hard. I flip to the first page. It tells me to write the definition of biology down. For this one, I just copied down my notes. On the second page, it asks mea few questions. I answer the top 4 quickly, but then I get stuck on the last one.
"Aaaah!" I shout impatiently. My mom scoots closer tome.
"Do you need help? I can help you!" She asks. I nod.
"The last question. It's SOOOOOOOO hard!!" I say, my eyes big, with confusion. My mom is a genius! She helps me with the problem as fast as the speed of light! She also checked my work for the last 4 problems. When I look at the time, it's already 6:46. Wow! Time flies! I stuff the last French toast into my mouth and go to get dressed.
"I, um going to gut, um, dressed. Gulp." I shouted at my mom, running up the stairs. In my room, I pick out a flowy, purple dress. I still remember the time I bought it. I was 10, and I BEGGED my mom for it. There were only big sizes, so I can still wear it now! I quickly get it on, and look at myself in the mirror. I look SUPER GLAM! I love it. Not too fancy, and acceptable for the dress code. I read the paper about the dress code practically about 100 times and picked out appropriate clothes. The dress was one of them. Then, I match the dress with a pair of black leggings. Leggings are one of my favorite clothes to wear. I walk downstairs.
"Do you like my outfit today?" I asked, with my head up.
"I love it!" My mom said, looking at me. "But isn't that a little babyish?" I stare at her awkwardly, not sure of what to say.
"Oh, never mind, just joking!" said my mom, her smile crooked. She is always a fashion expert, but not this time!
I chuckle a bit, walking up the stairs again. I could feel the tears in my eyes. When I get to my room again, I hop into the shower. After, I brush my teeth and wash my face. I also put on my lotion. It smells so good! Then, I snuggle up on my bean bag chair and read a good book.
After about 30 minutes, I go downstairs to pack my bag. I put in the book and my packets of homework. I also put in a bottle of spring water and my lunch. Then, I zip up my bag. I look at my watch. It is 7:52, and I need to go to school.
I put on a sweater coat, say goodbye to my mom, and rush outdoors. Today is a typical fall day, and it is a little chilly. I hug myself and feel the soft fabric of the dress.
I hop on my dad's limo and put on my headphones. I feel a sway of energy as my favorite song blasts through the headphones. I look out the window. We are almost there, so I take off my headphones and put them in my backpack. I watch as the colors of fall blend and burst into flames like fire.
When I got to school,I said goodbye to Max and walked towards my future. Once again, I was mesmerized by the walls, tiles, and even the floors. I wave to Mrs. Betty, and she replied to me with a smile and a thumbs up. I walk to my locker, surprised to see a crowd of kids swarming around it. I push through the crow and see words. Not just any words. But words.
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Gummy bear
General FictionBrienne knows that most people would give anything to be the daughter of a multimillionaire, but she would give anything to be normal. She lives in a old but big house that, is, well, REALLY dirty. And she has red hair, which, like, NOBODY has. Brie...
