Today was another day, just like any other. Even though each day is a new day, some days just seem similar.
Sara was getting ready, brushing her hair and whatnot, preparing herself (in her way) for school. With only a few more minutes left before the bus arrived by her house, she quickly grabs her cosmetics bag and rushed out the door rather swiftly and elegantly, not forgetting anything. She walks up the stairs on the bus carefully, trying not to stumble over them. She made it with no minor injuries this time (she can be rather clumsy at times) and walked up to her usual seat, the 4th row closest the the bus driver's seat, on the right side of the bus. She gradually looked up at the window, to which the Sun greeted her rather aggressively against her eyes, to which she quickly looks away afterwards. All she has in her mind right now is how she is going to make it through today in her adolescent life.
