I shot straight up, breathing heavily from hearing the sound of my alarm. My shirt was dampened from the sweat. I looked around to find myself in my room. I laid back down sighing in relief. "Thank god..." I glanced over at my alarm clock with a blue light emitting from it saying 7:30. " Oh crap, I can't be late again!"
I ran over to my dresser and threw on a blue shirt with sea shells on the front and a pair of black gym pants. I scrambled down the stairs into the kitchen, grabbed a fruit bar with my book bag and binder, and flew out the door.
I ran down the street while trying not to choke on the apple cinnamon nutrigrain bar in my mouth. As I ran around the corner, I saw bus #56 come down the street. Nauseous and out of breath from eating and running so much, I entered the bus.
I sat alone in seat #4, in the front of the bus. Not that I cared, if anything I was happy to be sitting all alone so I could process some thoughts while listen to my music full blast. I got lost in my thoughts staring out the window for about 15 minutes, watching people get on the bus and choosing my music from the "My music" playlist on my IPod.
I look up to find that we are pulling into the front of the school. Grabbing all of my things, I get off the bus eager to see my best friends.
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Historical FictionThis is a story based off of a true story. A girl finds out that her friend is suicidal and grieves. She dreams of the same nightmare every night. How will she cope with this burden that has been put on her shoulders?
