The Gift of a friend

Finch Benson Lockwood

Finch P.O.V

Welcome to an ordinary Monday morning. Oh, you know, the one that goes a bit like this:

I woke up to my blazing loud alarm clock at 5:00 am, got up got dressed, and rushed down stairs where my seven other siblings would be.

When I get downstairs my mom had her old stained, once-white apron on, with her blond hair in a bun and was at the stove cooking bacon All of my siblings were sitting at our long, oak lunch table with many scratches.

Well let's see, we've got the oldest Emma, 19 years, who can be a little stuck up at times, second oldest Pheonix, 18 years, can always throw a party just right, third oldest Renesmay, 16 years, queen of driving the truck while still having a perfect smile, fourth oldest Annabelle, 15 years, honest at all the wrong times, then me, Finch, 14 years, best grades, and the triplets Reece, Lyn, and Prim, all 12 years old, could really use a chill-pill... all of them.

I finish my breakfast last, picking up my backpack I head out the door to go to the bus stop. As I am waiting I notice someone has finally started moving in to the old run down house next door.
The house was the oldest one in the neighbourhood. Now, it wasn't like built of planks and falling a part. It was just faded in color and it's one bedroom window was cracked. It was really small. And it had been for sale for years now... But recently, someone must have bought it!

The bus was never my favorite things. It's like school, but louder, on wheels, and takes everyone to real school.

When the bus pulls up, the doors swing open revealing Mrs. Peak, the bus driver. Her auburn hair never changed from the classic pony-tail. Her coffee brown eyes shimmer with joy first thing the doors open. I kindly greet her, and she greets me back. I go to sit in my seat near the back, when Anthony Jason came up to me. His short, blonde hair had been recently given red highlights, probably from the blood of his victims. His eyes were always such a murky, dull brown. His fair skin had pecks of brown freckles across his nose and cheeks. Anthony Jason is always at my throat.

"Hey Anthony, whatcha up to?" I said ever nervously. The bus started moving as Mrs. Peak told us to sit down in a calm tone.

Suddenly, Anthony lunged towards me. I felt a sudden sharp pain on my lower jaw. He proceeded to punch and kick me till I was sore all over, and his friends gather around and start l and joining in. Then it stopped. The blood flowed from my nose, but nothing else. They all walked to an open seat, almost at the back. That's the last I remembered before I opened my eyes to find Mrs. Peak helping me up and telling me that the bus was at the school, and everyone had gotten off. I sat up and reached to feel my eye, because it hurt. Right had touched it I felt a sharp pain shoot from it and I quickly removed my hand away from my eye. It didn't matter, since I was used to it, so I just stood up, thanked Mrs. Peak, and walked off the bus, then headed to class.

My school is called Riverwood High School. This was the first day of 9th grade; first day of high school. The first class of the year I had was English with Mrs. Peterson.

Our first upcoming assignment was to write an essay on our favorite part of life.

"Alright class," she said giving the warm 'first day smile', "welcome to 9th grade! We're going to have a amazing time here-" she was interrupted by the principal. He creaked open the door and Mrs. Peterson stopped talking. He fully opened the door revealing a short girl with short red hair. They both walked in and he said, " This is Harmony, she will be joining your class."

Mrs. Peterson said happily, "Welcome Harmony, we will soon get you a desk... Just wait here for now."