Laces

France

I woke up to the sound of a morning dove. It was loud and clear. The sound swayed my feelings back and forth. Moving to France was hard enough, why must I go to school on the day that I hate the most.

"Good Morning sweetie. " It was my mom. She walked in with an orange tray tattered over time. There was breakfast on it. I could see the smoke rise slowly in a pattern as if it was trying to dance.

"Yeah, Good morning," I said with a gloomy little attitude.

"Cmon at least put on your uniform for...  Doveren Academy. Ok just for me, ok." She said.

"ok. " I said. I walked over to my closet which was white with paint but slowly falling apart due to time. The house was tall and white. It looks eerie and you could feel the things that happened here.  I slid on my white Blouse. The baby blue ribbon was hanging from my chest. As I was thinking about Dovern academy I slipped on my white Knee skirt which had a blue trim on the edge. I put on my gray socks that went up to my knee.

"Alison, your food is getting cold! " My mom scolded as I was slipping my shoes on.

"Coming, just give me a sec OK! " I said. I looked in a mirror. Yowza all this white made my jet black hair with curls at the end stand out a LOT.

"There must be a lot of blondes going to this school. " I said under my breathe. I started my way down thinking about all the math and algorithms my dad had taught me.  A memory flew into my head without warning.

"Daddy come outside in the garden and play with me and Leia. " I said. Then a scream of pure torture.

"Alison! ALISON! " Mom screamed with tears beginning to fill her eyes.

"Dad is playing in a new garden with new friends, up in the clouds. " Mom said. And as soon as the memory came it left.

" Goodmorning Leia! " I said in a sweet high pitched voice. Leia was my cat. We are the same age. And she has black Hair just like me. Too bad the people in France are superstitious. I looked at the table. I stared at something that was probably supposed to be oatmeal cinnamon and raisins but it looked like some sort of shlop they feed you in a prison cell.

"You know what Mom, I'm not hungry I'm too excited for school. " I said in a peppy attitude. 

"Alright but you are eating oatmeal tomorrow for breakfast young lady! " My mom said.

"Ok, ok, I will I will! " I grabbed my leather book bag and ran to the school as fast as I could until I saw more Pre-teens like me wearing the same uniform. I began to slow down.