Trapped In Candyland

Chapter 1

I woke up on a beautiful spring morning to the sound of my demanding alarm clock. I kept my eyes shut and blindly groped for the snooze button, but I soon gave up. Finally, I got out from underneath the warm covers and turned my alarm clock off. I resisted the temptation to jump back into bed, and instead I got dressed into an emerald green blouse that matched my eyes and a really tight pair of skinny jeans. I dragged myself into the kitchen and took a deep breath. It smelled like spinach oatmeal that made me gag. "Doesn't it smell delicious?" My mom said, inhaling deeply. I nodded and attempted my best smile.
Still gagging, I went to the backyard to tend to my flowers. I breathed in the clean fresh air, happy to be away from the spinach oatmeal. I inspected my flowers and smiled. I might just be able to win the grand prize at the annual state fair. The winner got to take home a cash prize of $100. I was dreaming of getting a pair of brand new roller skates. For the contest, I was growing my three favorite flowers: bright pink petunias, white carnations, and deep blue violets. I loved how the colors contrasted together. They were growing very well, and they were just starting to blossom.                                        I watered the flowers and stepped back inside, making sure to avoid the kitchen. My dad heard me and called, "Sweetheart, did you brush your teeth?" "Yes dad." I said. "Let me check; you never get those molars good enough." I rolled my eyes and walked into the living room where my dad was reading the newspaper. I opened my mouth, and Dad said, "Ugh! These teeth are disgusting! Go get your toothbrush." "Dad!" I protested, and slowly made my way up the stairs and brought Dad my toothbrush.
"Okay, say agh." "Agh." I said, feeling like a little kid again. After twenty minutes of Dad poking and scraping at my teeth he finally pronounced them clean. "Christy, it's time for breakfast!" My mom called. "I'm coming!" I shouted back, while looking for a place to hide. "Christy..." Dad glared at me. "Alright, alright, I'm going." I said. I went into the kitchen and stared at my spinach oatmeal, wishing it was time for school. I managed to get down a few bites, but when my mom was getting ready for work I threw it in the trashcan.
I strolled casually back in the living room to see Dad eating his oatmeal like it was the best thing in the world. I felt a little guilty about the uneaten spinach oatmeal lying in the trashcan, but I thought of the last time I ate it and told myself it was for the best. I grabbed my backpack, and I was just rushing out the door when I heard,"Christy, you forgot your lunch." I sighed, ran inside, grabbed my lunch box off the counter, and then sprinted to the bus.
When I got inside the bus, I plopped down on the hard seat next to my best and only friend Olivia. "Hey Olivia! How are your flowers coming along?" I asked. "Pretty good, I'll probably win this time." She teased. "Maybe I'll let you hold my trophy." I teased back. "So, what did you have for breakfast this time?" She asked curiously. "Spinach oatmeal." I made a face. "Ewww!" Olivia giggled.
"Hey Spinach Girl!" I groaned when I heard the familiar voice. Ronald Trump, the most annoying boy in the world, was standing in front of me. "What are you going to be next year? An apple!" He laughed obnoxiously and so did the rest of the bus. "An apple a day keeps the doctor away!" He said an a high, squeaky voice. "Too bad the doctor is your mother!" Everybody laughed even harder. I looked at the backpack, wishing it would grow bigger so I could hide inside of it.                                                                                                                                                                                                                    "Stay in your seats." The bus driver yelled. I glared at Ronald as he retreated to his seat. I thought of how mean he had been to me last year. When I went as a cavity he tied me to a tree and told anyone that passed, "Hey look at the cavity! She's finally using dental floss." He's always dumping the food he doesn't like onto my plate, because he says he's trying to help me for when I dress up as a trashcan. He throws spit balls at me and insults me whenever he gets the chance. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt the bus jerk to a stop. I got off the bus and ran inside before Ronald could tease me anymore.                                                                                                                                                                                                                               I talked to Olivia as I put my books in my locker. "I don't know how I'm supposed to focus with David sitting right next to me." Olivia giggled. "I know! I'm so jealous!" I said, very truthfully. David is the cutest, funniest, nicest guy in our whole school! I sighed dreamily just thinking about him. "It's too bad that Ronald sits right behind you in science class." Olivia looked at me with pity. "Tell me about it." I said, "It took me a whole hour to get all of those spit balls out of my hair." "That was so gross! You looked like you got into an accident with the paper factory." She made a disgusted face and I laughed.
The bell started ringing so I said goodbye to Olivia and rushed down the hall to my math class. I walked in just in time to hear my teacher say my least favorite words,"Students, clear off your desks. We're going to have a pop quiz." "Nooo!" I screamed inwardly, but on the outside I plastered a fake smile on my face and pretended like I was really good at math. When the teacher handed us our tests, I panicked. It looked like it was written in another language! I don't know the volume of this funky shape! I did my best to answer all of the questions, but I'm pretty sure I got most of them wrong.
Before I went to science class, I tied my black hair up in a bun hoping to avoid most of the spit balls. I sat down at my desk and listened to my classmate's chatter as I waited for class to start. My teacher, Mrs. Glass, was discussing how the human body works and had just turned her back, when I felt something painful and wet hit the back of my neck. A spitball. I turned and gave Ronald a dirty look, but he just grinned and spit a spitball that landed on my cheek. I felt three more spitballs hit my neck. "Stop it." I hissed. Unfortunately the teacher heard me. "Is there a problem Miss Johnson?" I almost said yes, but nobody likes a tattletale so instead I said, "No ma'am." "Good." She said and continued explaining how the respiratory system works. I winced when I felt five more spit balls hit my neck but kept silent. Then he whispered, "Miss Johnson, quit disturbing class and focus on your schoolwork." "Leave me alone!" I said.
"Miss Johnson, since you obviously can't behave yourself, I shall have to ask you to leave the class and go to the principal's office." "But Mrs. Glass, it wasn't my fault! Ronald-" "I don't want to hear it Miss Johnson. Go to the principal's office." Mrs. Glass interrupted. I knew there was no point in arguing, so I got up and walked out of the classroom. The whole time, Ronald was leaning back in his chair grinning like the Cheshire Cat.