Carve My Name

Chapter 2

As I stood at the bus stop and looked over my notes. Since I had practice last night I couldn't study for my final. So, now is my time to cram for the test.

Dylan soon walked out of the house and my heart started to beat faster. Please don't let him hurt me. Not now. Please.

I saw the bus lights out of the corner of my eye and silently thanked God for sparing me the brutal pain I'm sure I would've gotten if the bus hadn't of arrived.

The bus pulled up shortly and I quickly got on and went to sit in my seat. A few stops later, we pulled up at the school. I rushed inside, racing to my locker. I quickly opened my locker, pulling out all the stuff I need and ran to homeroom. I snagged a desk and started to pour over my notes.

I may only be twelve, but teachers still load us down woth homework. I think we sixth graders have more work than the eighth graders do. It's so unfair!

Mr. Smith soon came in and smiled warmly. "Good Morning Kyra. Studying for finals?"

"Yes sir. I had skate lessons last night for the competition in three weeks and didn't get to study much." I replied as I read over the formula for the area and volume of a cylinder.

I'm so glad I understand all of this. Otherwise, I'd be in a lot of trouble right now.

"Ah! That's always fun. I hope you do well." He said as the rest of the class came rushing in. Their loud chatter distracted me so I put my notes up and put my headphones in.

My routine music filled my ears as I imagined my performance. All the right jumps and turns. The complex triple combo going perfectly. Not a mistake invthe entire routine. That's what I wanted.

At least, that what mom wanted.

The routine music soon faded as a message popped up on my phone.

From: Daddy☆
Hey Squirt! Guess what. I'm coming home this weekend. Can't wait to see you!

A smile spread across my face. My dad would get to see my routine before the competition. He would help and not yell.

To: Daddy☆
Yay! Can't wait to see you! You get to see my routine for the regional competition. Love you!!

I sent the message and powered off my phone. I didn't want it taken up. All my routine and warmup music is on it. Mom would be pissed if it got taken up.

Mr. Smith called roll and dismissed us to first period. The class I had to take my final in. Oh gosh!

"Good luck on your final Kyra!" He called as I walked out.

"Thanks!" I called back. Walking up the stairs I stopped by the vending machine and got a blue Gatorade.

I walked into Mrs. Lee's class and took my seat. Twisting the cap off my Gatorade, I gulped half of it down.

I pulled out my binder and pencil case as she passed out the finals. I glanced over my formulas and pulled out my paper.

I swiftly put my binder back in my bag along with my Gatorade.

Focus. I told myself. This is easy. Just concentrate.

I worked through all twenty problems carefully. They weren't hard at all. I silently thanked God for the easy final and turned in my paper.

Yes, I know she thanks God a LOT!!! but its her character and personality. It adds to the plot later on.