I grabbed the luke warm knob with my cold hands. I opened the door and stepped outside to feel the September breeze. Then I gently closed the door to hear the familiar click. One foot in front of the other I started to walk at a brisk pace. I was half way through the yard when I heard the front door slam. I stared down at the brown, worn out grass hoping to suddenly be invisble. "Angela Lynnwood Baker where do you think your going? Leaving for your first day of 7th grade without saying bye to your own mother." I turned around to see my mother standing in front of the door smiling at me. Her brown hair up in a bun and bags under her eyes (probably from raising four children) but she still had that little sparkle in her eyes. I walked over wrapping my arms around her. She smelled of lavender with a hint of pine. "Love you mom." "Love you too sweetie. Have a nice first day at school." I let go of her and started to walk towards the bus stop. I looked back at her as she waved goodbye. I waved back and turned my attention towards the black and yellow school bus that came rumbling down the street and parked beside the bus stop. I started running, my feet loud on the gravel road. I didn't want to be late on my first day of school. I climbed up onto the bus as a droplet of sweat trickled down my forehead. In the driver seat of the bus there was a middle aged black man that was over weight and bald, his eyes as dark as the night sky. I thought to myself, seems like driving middle schoolers everywhere really got to him. I smiled at myslef for being so sarcastic. He cleared his throat, "what is your name?" I looked at him with a blank face and then looked down "Angela" I whispered. "I need your last name" he said louder than before , with a frown on his face. "Baker". The man glanced down at his clipboard and placed a check next to my name. I stood there not knowing what to do. The mechanical doors shut behind me and the bus driver glared at me. "Go" he said. I started walking down the ailes of seats. Most of them where empty because my house is one of the earlier pick ups on the bus route. I took a seat by myself in column J. I knew it was going to be a while until we arrived at Ppms so I had to occupie myself. I begged my mom for a phone last year but unfortunately she said no. She couldn't even buy me books anymore because I would read them to fast. The quickest I've ever read an entire book was in seven hours and thirty seven minutes. I guess I'll be spending a lot of my time at the school library checking out books. So for the bus ride I tryed not to get hit by a paper air plane or touch the gum under my seat. When we finally arrived at the school I wasn't really surprised. Me and my mom went here before to get a little tour of the school. I remember why I moved schools. There was the worst fight of all time at my old school, tyrone middle. Three kids died from bullet shots when a school gang decided to bring their guns to school. That was all it took for my mom to call the office and tell them I'm transferring. She wasn't joking, three months later, right after summer she enrolled me for ppms. Here I am now. The bus pulled into the bus circle and slowed to a stop. I pulled out a yellow piece of paper that I got in the mail a few days ago with a list of all my classes. All the kids in the bus trampled over each other to get out and go to their next classes. I stepped down off the bus when something or someone pushed me. I tryed to catch myself from falling but my legs got tangled up. My arms where in my jacket so I couldn't put them out in front of me. (CRACK) My head hit the concrete I was laying on the ground. When I made contact with the ground I went into a concussion.
