I Can Ride

First Day of School.

------>>> picture of Simba on the right

The duration of the weekend passed on rather quickly. I spent most of Sunday in my room listening to my new cd's and reading my new books. We still haven't quite managed to get everything unpacked yet, but we're working on it. We have most of the furniture unpacked and the dishes unpacked to put in the cabinets, as well as all of our clothes put into dressers and closets. I set up everything in the bathrooms and put away all the toiletries in the cabinets under the sink. There were only a few more boxes that were left to be unpacked and they were left sitting in the spare room until we were able to unpack them and put everything in them, away.

The first day of school. My alarm clock woke me up at 7:00 and I got up from my bed, dreading the day. I walked into my bathroom and started running the water for my shower. While the water was getting warm, I brushed my teeth quickly and then stripped out of my pajamas. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water cascade down my back, relaxing me and making me feel slightly better about starting school today. School was very important to me but, I hate it as mush as a fat guy hate vegetables. But I always do my best and make good grades.

Once I was finished with my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body and walked over to my closet and decide on my outfit. I picked out a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, an off the shoulder blue top and a pair of dark blue converses. I walked over to my dresser and took out a pair of underwear and a bra and slipped them on. I then proceeded to put on my skinny jeans, shirt and shoes. Then I walked back into the bathroom and blow dried and straightened my hair and put on some mascara and lip gloss. When I was finished, I grabbed my leather jacket and walked down the steps and into the kitchen. I was greeted by the smell of pancakes, bacon and toast. "Mmm, smells good dad." I say as I step into the kitchen. "Well, you know how great my cooking skills are." dad says in a confident way. He is right though. He is an amazing cook. He should start a part time business opening a restaurant and be the chef.

I grabbed a plate from one of the many cabinets and started placing the delicious food on my plate. I sat down at the table, placed my plate in front of me and dug in. I finished my breakfast within 5 minutes and my dad looked at me, befuddled. I gave him an innocent look, "I was really hungry." He laughed and patted me on the head. "My girl. Eats like a pig but is the prettiest thing in the world when doing anything else." I laughed at this. It was true, I was a pig when I ate if I was really hungry. "Well, I better head to school before I'm late." "Alright sweetie. Oh, I wont be home until 5 so you'll be by yourself for a couple hours." "Ok. I'll see at 5 then." I gave him a hug and kissed his cheek and walked towards the door. "I love you." I heard him yell from the kitchen. As I walked out the door, I yelled back an 'I love you too' and shut the door behind me. I walked over to my motorcycle and swung my leg over the side and sat on it. I put my hair up and put my helmet on and put the key in the ignition, turning it making the bike come to life and headed to school.

It took about 10 minutes to get to my new school. I parked in the parking lot in front of the school and turned the bike off. I sat on it for a few minutes, just looking at the huge building. It was a brick building with a ton of different entrances and there were other buildings branching off of the main one. There were groups of teenagers hanging with their bunch of friends. I could easily point out the jocks, cheerleaders, stoners and a few other clicks. I took my helmet off and shock my hair. I placed it on the handle bar and took the key out of the ignition and slipped it into my jean pocket. I hopped off my bike and turned around, getting ready to make my way into the building but before I could, someone yelled out my name. I turned my head to the right and say Pete, the guy I met at the music store Saturday. "Hey Pete." I say. "Wow. You play guitar, sing and drive a motorcycle?" "Yeah. I got it when I turned 16 and got my license." "Bad. Ass." he said. I laughed as we made our way into the main building. He led the way to the main office where I saw and old woman with curly white hair and a pair of big glasses hanging on the bridge of her nose. "Hey Miss. Mathers." I heard Pete say, beside me. The old woman looked up at us and smiled at Pete. "Hey there Pete. Who is your friend here." "I'm Candy. I came to get my schedule." "Of course. Candy, I dont bellieve I've ever heard that name before." "Well Candy isn't my real name, thats just what i go by. No one oever calles me by my real name." "Well, what is your first and last name?" "Candice Walker." She typed in the information into her computer and printed out my schedule. "Here you go dear and enjoy your first day here at Olympia High." she said with a smile. "Thank you." I said and Pete and I exited the office.