The Life of Middle School

Chapter 1 A Normal Day 

It was a normal Monday morning, as boring as it is. I slipped out of my zebra print bed sheets and bolted in the shower, like ever other morning. I quickly rinsed out the soapy scum from my tangled brown shoulder cut hair. Then, like every other morning, I slip my light blue jeans, and a "Life is Good " t-shirt on my bony body, and then I sprint up stairs in the kitchen to make my sack lunch for school. My mom, Sarah, walks in the kitchen too with her purple robe on and her bright pink slippers.

It's usually hard to talk to my mom in the mornings. She's always in a grumpy mood because she always drinks to much alcohol before bed. She drinks to try to forget about all the bad things that's been happening in our lives. It started a year ago when my mom and dad got divorced. My dad decided to get re-married, but my mom never really moved on from the break up. So now I have to take care of her and give her comfort when she's feeling depressed or lonely. I always have to keep reminding her that she's not alone because she has me. But she always seems to forget that.

I look up into her empty gray eyes, I can tell she's not feeling that well. "Hi mom" I whispered. "How are you feeling?"

She put up a wide smirk on her face. "I feel like a piece of trash."

She then slowly turned around and started to head back up to her bedroom where she usually camps out at all day crying and drinking until I come home from school. About three to four weeks ago, she got fired from her part time job at Fred Meyer. They say she was being very dis-respectable to the customers; which I can believe.

As usual, I grab my school binder and books; I shove them into my backpack, and I quickly head out of the door to catch the bus before it leaves.

This time though I find myself waiting for the school bus. The bus driver probably got lost or something. Everyone says he's like 100 years old or something like that. That's crazy old!

A couple minutes have past with no sign of the bus. Some of the kids waiting are starting to get a little anxious. Of course I'm just sitting there, avoiding all signs of conversation of any kind towards anybody. I hate talking to my class mates. All they talk about is who's dating who and they also gossip and create rumors about other people that they don't like. This reason is also why I don't have a single friend. No one seems to want to be my friend- which I'm fine with.

My number one most pet peeve is being the center of attention. That's why I enjoy taking care of my mom, she's getting all the attention, not me.

The bus finely swerved around the corner and roughly stopped right on the side walk. As soon as the double doors opened, the kids ran through the aisle to have the back seat. That's usually where the cool kids sit. As usual I come up the stairs last and sit up at the front of the bus.

I wait there quietly until the bus finely got to Jackson Middle School, where all the "learning" begins.

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As I walked into the lobby, every girl looked back at me and made "the face." If you don't know what the face is, it's where they make a face as if they were looking at the most disgusting thing on Earth, and I guess that's me.

The weight of the world already started to plummet onto my shoulders. I started to speed walk over to where I usualy sit when we wait for the bell to ring; which is the very back corner where no one can here me, nor see me.