My Story

::First Day Of School::

"Sam please set out your clothes for school tomorrow. I don't want you to be late on your first day." I flopped out of bed and laid on the floor for a while, replaying the words in my mind because I didn't feel like getting up. "Sam!" My mother yelled from downstairs. "Okay okay I'm going." I stood up and waited until I heard mom walk away. "Thank god." I sigh and flipped down in my small recliner. (Yes I have a recliner in my room.) I pulled my iPad out from underneath it, a place where my brothers would never find it. "Okay." I stared at the unchanging lock screen. I had no life. "What do I do now...?" I asked myself. "Pick out clothes for school." I jumped at the response to my question. Mom was standing in the door way of my room. "Alright alright I will." She put her hands on her hips. "You always say that, but you-" "never do it. I know." I interrupted. She glared at me. "Sam." I just turned around and pretended to look through my closet for clothes to wear. "Sam when I'm talking to you, you listen. Do you understand?" She snapped. I smiled to myself. "I am listening."
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
The sound of death dragged me out of my favorite place in the world. Sleep. "Stupid alarm." I grumbled and slid out of bed. I fumbled around until I found the small switch on the top of the small blue alarm clock to turn it off. I hated that sound. I hated it. I crawled back into bed and shoved my head under the covers. I hate school. I hate mornings. I hate everything. My door opened. "Sam? Wake up. It's the first day of school." I felt a sarcastic remark slither to the end of my tongue, but I was to tired to say anything. So I just shoved my head farther under the covers hoping my father would just leave and let me stay home, which I obviously knew wasn't an option.
It had been ten minutes since dad had dragged me out of bed and I was staring at my closet in horror. Nothing to wear. I really should have listened to mom yesterday. Oops.
Another ten minutes passed by and I looked in the mirror. My long blonde hair was straitened, I was wearing an off white crop top with lace on the bottom, and my black, white, and maroon plaid shirt hung down over my dark blue skinny jeans. Shoes. I needed shoes. I looked in my closet. Ah ha! I pulled out my grey vans and slipped them on my feet. I nodded to my makeup-less  face in the mirror, (my parents wouldn't let me wear makeup yet) and walked out the door.

"Hey Sam!" I turned around and saw Payton walking behind me. "How was your summer?" She asked happily. "Let's not discuss that sad story right now. How was yours?" I continued to walk. "Oh it was great! I got-" "crap!" I gasp. She stopped next to me. "No I didn't...?" She looked at me strangely. "No stupid. I wasnt talking about that. I left my schedule at home! I don't know where I'm going!"

See? What did I tell you? I have bad luck.

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