Part 6- The Plan

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Song: What you Know by Two Doors Cinema Club

The only thing I could think about on the drive was my wish.
"I wish I could go back and put effort into my life"
Maybe if I fulfill my wish I'd go back to that wishing fountain and back to my life. I have to put all of my effort into not being average. Once I do that this will hopefully all be over
Alright GameTime
When I got home that night I barely saw my father and my mother watched her shows pretending I didn't exist. My parents lived by the motto "Children should be seen and not heard". Not to say they were ever bad to me things could be a lot worse. I wish that their indifference didn't tear me up back then.. back now. I needed to think of a plan of action. I had a couple things going for me, this was the beginning of 7th grade so not knowing the little things like my bus schedule, or what classes I have won't be weird and I can ask my mother or the faculty without much pushback. I need to search for clues so I head towards my childhood bedroom. The walls are a sickly pale green and a loft bed stands massive in the corner. Best of all, a dial up computer sits on the bottom lofts desk JACKPOT. Onto the next order of business I dump my entire book-bag's contents on the floor. In a crumpled up ball, the classes schedule. Other things of note would be the class syllabus. Theres no way I remember all of the subjects, books, and projects assigned this will be my guide. When I was younger this would've been throw in the trash as soon as I got home but now it's starting to feel like the holy grail.
I looked for the first section for each Subject

First Period
History- The Mayflower to Revolutionary War

Second Period
English- Book Work and a Book reading

Third Period
Math- Algebra 1-2

Fourth Period
Creative Writing

Fifth Period
Drama- drama history

Sixth Period
Science- Earths Layers

I Neatly place all of the papers into a folder and clean up the mess of my book bag making sure to place the pencil case and composition books carefully in. I carefully pick out my pajamas and head downstairs to ask my mother about when the bus comes tomorrow.

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