I rush down the stairs, skipping every two while using the banister as my support. Today was the big day. The day that all teenagers dread, unless you happened to be me.
A loud thud sounded from my feet as I reached the hardwood floor at the bottom of the staircase, sliding into the different room in my white ankle socks.
"Morning!" I happily sing to my mother, startling her body over the stove. She turns around to me chucking, greeting me as well. I meet my father at the wooden rounded kitchen table, as he sets down his newspaper and coffee mug, greeting me as well. "Good morning, Princess."
"Good morning, Father." I smile, a widely grinned smile, towards his direction as he once again reaches for his coffee mug and newspaper, returning to his natural state. I press my hands together, resting them in my lap while wiggling my fingers around. As I let out a joyful sigh, my mother places a breakfast filled plate before me, breaking a forced smile upon her lips.
"Thank you." I acknowledge her as she steps away. She hums to herself as she begins to make my father a plate as well.
Today was my first day of high school, though I'm not starting off in 9th grade. I'm 17 years old, going into my 12th year. Due to obvious but-not-to-obvious circumstances, my parents have kept me from an actual school for three years. I finally persuaded them to allow me to attend high school this year, and it almost took all summer, but it was worth it.
"How are you feeling, Melissa?" My father catches my attention. I lift my head up from my plate, smiling toward him. "I'm feeling fine."
"You have NCSA therapy this evening." My father reminds me for the fourth time in the past two days. I nod to him, mentally replying.
The NCSA stood for "Nation Cancer Survivor Association". Basically, I listen to a few people ramble about there surviving of Cancer, something that was a slim chance of happening to me. My doctor recommended it to my parents, and they took the liberty of deciding for me.
I finished up my breakfast, gently placing the white plate into the sink. Walking over to my mother, I swiftly kissed her cheek to bid her goodbye, along with my father.
"I love you more than life, Melissa." My mother whispers to me, returning the kiss. I chuckle before replying, "Oh mother, life is a noun. A particular type or aspect of people's existence." She giggles at my response, having it always been that way, as I make my way towards the front door. I swiftly grasp onto the straps of my bag, placing it upon my right shoulder, before heading out of my home. I begin to pick up my pace, taking a step and a half between each section in the sidewalk path.
Throughout the years of my homeschooling, I've noticed exactly where the bus stop stood. I stop at the corner of MarbleStone and RiverWay. There were about three other people already waiting there, but only two were associating with one another. I stopped a few steps away from the closest student, silently breathing to myself.
"Hey?" One of the beings acknowledged me, "Hello." I smile at the female. Her lips curled into a smirk,
"You new here or somethin'?" She asks me, curiously. "Not in the neighborhood, just in the school." I continue my genuine smile. "Homeschooled?" She asks me, and I nod towards her. "That explains a lot." The lady replies harshly.
Confused, I silently nod to her again before retuning my attention to the road, my ears catching the loud rustle of the bus pulling up.
Once the orangish-yellow vehicle stops before us, the three mates followed behind each other, climbing up the steps into the bus, me following slightly behind. "Hello," I smile to the fellow man, operating the machine. "Hi." He replies, silently telling me to take my seat.
