The journey

1.fire trucks

Well I didn't really---WAIT! I think I'll tell this story from the beginning, since most of you would probably be confused..now here's how it ALL started! It was my first day of ninth grade at NYSA ( New York School of Arts) I had gotten up around 6:55 and rolled--yes LITERALLY rolled out of bed that day, hitting my head on the crowed with clothes wood floor. I frantically looked around the mess I called my room looking for what I planned to wear last night. Now all I had to do was find it in the battle scene of clothes and junk I stored in my room, I eventually found it!after 7 minutes of tossing clothes into the air in a massive pile....on my floor, once I got dressed into a pair of bleach washed skinny jeans a grey muscle tank my flannel and a pair of socks I texted Hannah 'I am walking today, so I'll meet up with you!' Who if you didn't know is my BEST FRIEND on the WHOLE ENTIRE planet! I had been friends with her since the beginning of time, I remember we were on a carpet scooting around when I saw her--it was Hannah playing with a red fire truck, yes a red fire truck made a lasting friendship..'RED FIRE TRUCKS! Starting friendships since 2003!' I read from the wall art I made that hung on a cork board ( I like make crafty things like that..) I closed my door behind me and headed to the kitchen where I then put some bread  in the toaster getting out a plate,peanut butter and a butter knife. " morning."I heard my dad ( Tim ) greet me when he walked into the room wearing a pair of jeans and an American eagle tee shirt, as I heard ' pop!' The toast popped out of the toaster and I put it onto a plate and smeared my butter knife into the container of PB and spread it across my toast. " hey dad. " I said acknowledging his presence while I took a bit of the toasted bread and then i looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.