Over The School Years: Seventh Grade

The Bus Stop

A/N Thank you for reading the beginning of my story. This is the true story of my life in seventh grade. If you are just becoming a seventh grader or already are you will recognize some of the things put into this story. Also this story is based of of real people but their names are different. Some people in the story are reading this story too so they already know my life. But anyway thanks for reading and if you want me to add anything comment. Thank You!

When I walked down the stairs today I was welcomed by the smell of French toast and saw a torn up kitchen. Literally torn up. On the left side of the kitchen cabinets were off the wall, The counter tops were knocked down, and our dishwasher was missing. I had almost forgot how destroyed out kitchen looked. I remember that we went to Florida the last week of summer break and that we landed yesterday. My dad had kicked the dishwasher down our patio stairs the daybefore we left for Florida. Now understand that the patio stairs were ten feet high. So it landed with a BANG! CRASH! down the stairs.

The next door neighbors, who had older sons, were outside at the time and saw my dad throw a hundred-pound, white box down ten feet of stairs. They came to see what was going on and once they saw that he did it on purpose they started laughing. This whole started because the dishwasher started leaking and they are not leak at all. He found it because he smelt something leaking when he was way upstairs in his bedroom and the dishwasher is down stairs in the kitchen.

And now I sit in a destroyed kitchen eating Hawian French toast. Yeah, I was starting a great year already. By the time I get out the house to take first day of school pictures,(A/N You really couldn't wait for pictures Its0nlyMahogany and ZeusVuckOMoose). My neighbor is standing next to her mom talking to her. "Good Morning Austin," she says. "Good morning," I say back to her. "Let's go take a first day of school picture by that tree," she exclaimed. Usually we have pretty much the whole neighborhood taking pictures but today it was just me and Kate.(A/N sorry if you don't like that name lol kate_tumbler.) I already knew that was going to be a crazy year, especially with her crazy friends.

As we walked down to the Bus Stop we asked each other what we thought it would be like in seventh grade. "I have no idea," she says. "I heard that I have some nice teachers this year." I say. "Who do you have?" She askes. "Mr. Malter, Mrs. Cartley, Mrs. Bear, and Mrs. Melly." "I have the same ones except for Mrs. Bear. I have Mrs. Shutz." "I wonder if I'll have you in any of the same classes," I say right when we get to the stop. She says," We might because we have the same group of teachers." "Yeah probably," I say.

I look around at the eighth graders three girls named Betsy, Amber, and Frankie and two boys named Kyle and Luke. Kyle and Frankie had both moved here within the last year. Frankie moved last year and Kyle came this year. Kyle has a brat-sister who is mean and bossy to everyone and I didn't know anything about Frankie. Luke was my friend who always came down to our house. Betsy is Frankie's friend but I really don't know her. And Amber was kind of the loner until Luke became friends with her.

While all of this was going though my head the bus pulled up and hopped on the bus which officially meant that I was in Seventh Grade.