The morning was sunny, yes, but it wasn't super warm. It was mid-September, the twelfth to be exact, and it was 7:30 am on a Friday. This morning I put on my black Wicked T-shirt, a pair of baggy jeans, and my favorite pair of earrings, two star drops with a moon at the bottom of each one. I grabbed my backpack and made sure I had my Japanese homework inside, since I had a test on it today. I ran to the kitchen. "Hi, Mom!" I said. "Good morning, Yumi." She said. (Yumi is short for Mayumi.) I went over to the cupboard and grabbed cereal and a blue bowl. "Cereal, eh?" Mom asked. "Yes, Mom." I replied with my mouth full. "Manners, Yumi." I made sure to swallow before speaking again. "Yes Dad." I checked the clock on the oven, and it was exactly 8:40. I would not miss the bus, not like I cared anyway. (Our house is too far away to walk or bike to school, and my parents work, so they can't drive me. The bus is extremely smelly. That's because it's filled with the really gross boys who choose to ride it so they can do gross things on it, like throw their gym socks at you. I'm the only kid who has to ride the bus. Thankfully, my best friend feels sorry for me, and rides the bus with me.)
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Stagedoored!
HumorYumi's school has just announced the school play (er, well, musical-) But she's sure she won't get the part. Her best friend, Elora has participated in all the past years' shows- so she's sure E will do it again. Yumi knows she'll be stuck in the ba...
