I jolted up to the sound of my alarm clock. My alarm clock is blue, it has a dog on the front side, and it barks. I slowly crawled out of bed. The cold October breeze chilled me to the bone. That's why I hate waking up now that the weather's cold. I glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was already 7:00.
"MOM! MAKE ME SOME BREAKFAST!" I yelled.
I walked to the bathroom, and picked up a tube of toothpaste. I use Aquafresh. I love the stripes of colors in that toothpaste. I brushed my teeth quickly but thoroughly, and rinsed my mouth. I gargled some mouthwash, and washed my face.
"Alice, breakfast is ready." My mom called.
"Sorry I don't feel like eating today." I apologized.
"Then why did you wake me up to make you breakfast?" My mom said through clenched teeth.
I didn't know what to say. Every morning I woke up my mom to have her make breakfast for me, but then I don't want to eat it. It's probably just a part of my terrible OCD.
It was 7:25, I put on my clothes for school, and looked in the mirror to check my hair. I grabbed my backpack, put on my ugg boots, and walked out the door. My mom drove me to school.
I yanked open the passenger seat door of my dad's Honda Accord. I like riding shotgun.
The car ride to school was boring. I had a conversation with my mom, mostly about school, my friends, and other topics that bore me. My mom pulled over in front of the school. I got out the car.
"Have a nice day." My mom said cheerfully.
"You too." I said back, faking a smile.
These days I'm never really happy anymore. Same old routine every day. Pretty easy to get tired of. School wasn't all that fun either. My teachers were great, but sometimes I felt out of place. My grades were decent. My friends were quite amazing though.
I walked into school, and headed towards the gym, where the 8th graders stay until we get dismissed to go to our lockers before first period.
"Alice!" My best friend Marcelle called.
We walked into the gym together, and sat down on the bleachers next to our group of friends. The people I usually talked to were Megan, Brenna, Angela, Emma, and Opala. Megan began talking about the Turkey Chase, which was a event held during Thanksgiving.
The teachers dismissed us. I walked to Angela's locker with her, discussing our social life. Then she walked with me to my locker. I hang up my jacket on a hook, and took out my binder and stuffed my bag back into my locker.
I ran into my first class. My teacher is Mrs. V. She is one of my favorite teachers. She is one of the nicest people I have ever met. Her bubbly personality is my favorite part of her. Mr. R is a teacher that stops by our classroom in the morning. He likes to crack jokes and he always cheers me up in the morning, even though some jokes don't make sense.
Throughout class I took notes, did the assignments, and finished my exit card.
I made it through the rest of my classes before lunch without falling asleep. My eyes were droopy, and I wanted to go home and lie down on a nice comfy bed with fluffy pillows for my head to rest on. I threw my binder into my locker, slammed it shut, and dragged myself into the cafeteria to eat lunch.
"Megan!" I yelled halfway across the cafeteria.
She looked my way, and I waved. I caught up with her in the lunch line so we could gossip about school. We talked about music, classes, and our personal life. Megan is one of my best friends. Her personality is amazing. As usual, I got pizza, water, and a dessert of some sort. I walked over to my lunch table, and sat down in my usual spot. When lunch was over, I walked straight to my locker, grabbed my binder and book, and ran to the second floor so I wouldn't be late for my next class.
