Hold On

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I woke up to the sound of my mother and father fighting. I tried sleeping but my alarm went off 5 minutes after. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and sat on the side of my bed. I got my phone to stop the alarm but I saw the title of the alarm: “First day of school :(” I never liked school. Nobody there treated me the way I wanted to be treated. I got up, grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom.

The water was warm, the way I liked it. I rinsed off the shampoo and soap that was still on my body. I got my towel and wrapped it around my wet body. I walked to my closet and took a plain white sweater, patterned leggings and a pair of flats. I sprayed on some perfume, grabbed my backpack and hoodie and ran downstairs. “Hey mom,” I greet. “Good morning Becca,” my mom replies. I get the granola bar on the counter. “Do you want to sit and eat some cereal?” my mom asks. “No thanks mom, I took a granola bar already,” I said raising the granola bar and she nods. I sit on the sofa and get my phone and scroll down my twitter timeline. After a couple of minutes, I hear the sound of my school bus beeping in front of my house. I waved goodbye to my mom and my dad who just walked in the living room and walked outside to my school bus.

As I took a seat, I got my phone from my bag, plugged in my earphones and listened to my favourite songs. The bus drove off to school. It was cold in the bus so I decided to wear my hoodie. I look at the houses, buildings, stores that we passed by on the way. I never really went out of my house so I was pretty amazed at the beauty of the outside world. 

 I slowly open my eyes and see the view of a building, my school. I can’t believe I fell asleep. I walk out of my bus and slowly walk inside the building. School has never been the best for me. By the tieme I got inside the building, I look around. This has been my school since I was in the 4th grade but the beauty of the place never fails to amuse me. As I walk towards my locker, I shake as I see a group of girls and boys going my way. “Jessica,” I say under my breath

(I know it's kind of short. I did my best to make it longer but I just can't. Hahah. Hope you like it! )

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