My Only Thought

01

Kyle
Getting ready for grade ten was easy. I had my entire day planned out too. All I had to do was get in good with the teachers, look good in front of the prettiest girl, and stay away from that annoying neighbour of mine. For ten years she's been there, watching my every move. What's even more frustrating is that our room our side by side. As I mess up my blonde neck length hair, I hear my drunk step father scream:

"KYYYLE! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE FOR BREAKFAST! YOU'LL MISS THE BUS!"
" 'KAY!" I scream back.

I grab my cardigan and put it over my somewhat-fancy dress shirt and head down stairs. Engulfing my eggs like a vacuum cleaner and then I'm out like a flash. As soon as I get outside I'm blinded by the light. It was such a sunny day I staggered back, looking drunk to Juliana looking at me from the bus stop.  She gives me a look that says 'Jeez'. The bus pulls up about a minute after I walk to the stop. And just for a point of view: having awkward chit-chat with someone for ten years is not fun, like at all. The average yellow school bus was old and broken down. With all the other kids yapping with their summer vacation, I sat at the back with my best friend Barry. I tell him everything, when I said I'd never talk about my dad again, I lied because I told him a couple of weeks later. The bus started up on the way to school and Barry told me about his family trip to Disney Land, and when his younger bother puked on a BuzzLighter Year ride. Finally as the bus pulled up into the parking lot, and Barry and I left the crappy yellow bus and went up to our locker. I unlock the lock and put up the white bored, and tiny calendar. I look up my schedule and i go to my first class of the day and year. I go to Barry's locker,  him and I go to our English  class.

The old wooden desks have always looked the same. The same old drawings from that emo kid that always wore black, the cracks from the bully at the back, and so on.  The teacher started calling up names for attendance when the national anthem started playing. Well all sung, sat down and listened to the announcements then the teacher carried on.

"Hello students. My name is Mrs. Smoak. Mrs. Smoak said. "Welcome to English. This year we will learn of, Shakespeare, both his sonnets and his plays, we will talk about much more that will come when the time comes. Now, let's see if everyone decided to come to the first class of the year. Jack Brady?"
Jack raises his hand "Here"
"Jon Cassius?"
Jon raises his hand.
"Francine Gonsal?"
Francine raises her hand.
This goes on for about a ten other names, including myself and then I hear:
"Barry Snow?" Mrs. Smoak asks.
Barry raises his hand.

"Earlier, I mentioned we will be learning about William Shakespeare." She says writing that name on the board. "Today we will start to learn about Shakespeare's 'Midsummer Nights Dream'. For the next three months we will memorize the lines, think about why Shakespeare wrote what he wrote, and finally, work on a modernized version for the class to preform."
Mrs. Smoak started handing out a script of the play.
"I want each and every one of you to read the first five pages of this play." Her short blond hair made her looks like a sixty - five year old intern that works for BuzzFeed. The bell rang as Mrs. Smoak give a frustrating look.
"Okay then, class dismissed."

I look at my schedule for my next class, and I have math, good thing Barry does too. Man, I couldn't not do this without him. We walk into math and continued our day.

That day came and went. So did the next one. On Wednesday I went to class did my work, talked to Barry, smiled at the girl I like, eat my lunch, and then science class happened.