The young girl, almost a teen, fantasized on what it would be like to be normal for a day, or even just a minute. She yearned to be a girl who had community. And was cherry and bopity as the clock tics by as she skips,skips, and steps into the new chapter of her life...
all i ever wanted was to go
to school again.. i knew it
was for the best, but curiosity
killed the cat.
It was her first day in a real school! Loud music booming through the house.
She excitedly took down her Dominican blowout from the salon, as she carefully unravelled each pin as the hair bounced into place.
Moooooomm! Please help me take the pins out my dubie its all tangled up..
The mom sighs, bracing herself before
She has to tend to the obnoxiously loud child
Ugh.. You can't do it yourself? Im very busy right now trying to cook you breakfasts
The daughter then starts to make puppy
eyes and eventually... The mom gave in.
(HONK HONK!)
The grandmother was already outside.. It's time for selfies!
| CHEESE!!| They all shouted!
Alright , have a good day!
The mom replied softly
EVERYBODY LOVES
SCHOOL RIGHT?
Woah.. This school is huge! So cool.. I feel like I could get lost in here.
The staff give the girl her homeroom number
And she then begins to climb the treacherous stairs.
Hm... Thats strange, Homeroom 223 a gifted class
She enters the room nervous and shy
Excited and frightened about making
New friends..
They are doing the whole getting to know
You thing and the girl replies with this.
My name is Irir and this is my first time being in public school, I used to be homeschooled so don't mind if I am shy!
The teacher, Ms. Palken looks at her
With a smile,
Wow! I've never had a student that was homeschooled before..
( Yeah.. Sucks to say Ms. Palken ended up almost ruining my life )
You get the idea, first day of school and all that blah.. Lets get down to the actual meat of the story and we will get back to my so very sorry back story in a minute.
Eighth Grade been rockin' I know that Miss Palken Shivers everytime I walk past her, I never bother to speak to her.
The only 'Teachers' from last year I Talk to in the halls is my darling language arts instructor, Mr. Oda, My Social Studies Teacher Mr Lafon and my Sweet Science Teacher, Ms Raspon
I will continue later dude
YOU ARE READING
I cant feel anything
Non-FictionA young middle school girl goes through puberty and many challenges.. She waltzed in graceful and serene Opened the door again and she wants to slam it, emotionless and no sympathy
