"What a horrible sound that is," I said pressing down the worn button on my spastic alarm clock. Yes, even though I was homeschooled I still had an alarm clock to wake me up early in the morning. Not necessarily because of school work to be done but to train my developing brain to wake up on time.
"Evie are you awake? I made breakfast for you," my mother said in the kitchen trying to hide her excitement that I was going to possibly make new friends on my first day of school.
"Mom, I don't know what you're expecting, but I can promise you that your expectations are probably not going to be pro-filled."
"Oh, sweetie aren't you excited to go on your first day of school? I bet you are going to make a lot of new friends," my mom said trying to conceal her inner excitement. "Oh crap," she said looking at the clock, "hurry up and eat your breakfast and get ready for school so we won't be late."
I shoveled my breakfast into my mouth and hurriedly went into my room to get ready. I picked out my maroon sweater accompanied with a pair of skinny jeans. I went and did my usual, brushed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail, brushed my teeth, and packed my lunch.
When I went into the living room I spied my dad sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. He hasn't done much more ever since his work went out of business. Sadly he has turned to a terrible habit of alcoholic drinking. Sometimes I'll find him passed out with a scotch glass in his hand.
Ignoring my father on the couch, I yelled across the house, "Mom let's go, I don't want to be late!"
"I'm coming sweetie!" she yelled back.
When she entered the living she said to my father, "Darling you have an appointment with Dr.Blackwell at 2:30. Don't forget."
When she got to the door we both exited and went straight for her grey BMW. My mother had plain brown hair just like me but her hair was cut to her shoulders where as mine went right below my chest. Even though i know my mother was trying to keep a brave face i could see a slight tear running on her cheek. My mom has always acted different ever since my dad started drinking. I know she loves him and want the best for him because she makes him go to appointments to help solve his problems. His appointment today is just his second and i hope it really does help him because i too love him very much.
The ride to my new school was mostly filled with my mom's high hopes of me making new friends and having fun. While I, on the other hand, was dreading the whole car ride. I do not want to go to this school.
Few minutes later my mom pulled up into the parking lot and said, "All right we're here!"
"Alright, I'll text you when I get home. I'm taking the bus right?"
"Correct. Have fun, I love you!"
"I love you, too," I said closing the door.
Although my mother's hopes were high, I for one do not have a good feeling about this.
