The moment when I hit my head on the ceiling I knew it was going to be a bad day. I mean, I know I usually hit myself on the head almost every day, but...today was different. Don't ask me why, I just feel different, as if I have changed. Sure, I have grown up to five foot four already, but I feel like I've gained something. And no, it is not weight! I am absolutely positive about that.
I ignored the searing pain on the top of my head and climbed down my bunk bed ladder. I headed over to my closet down and yanked it open. Squeeeak! I chose a neon green tank top with spaghetti straps, snow white shorts, and a gray headband. I glanced in my small mirror somehow attatched onto my closet door, still swinging from the motion of my strong opening. Cute, but could do better. I thought, once I saw my reflection. Earlier, I had pulled my blonde, stringy hair into a ponytail, and the ends of my shorter hair was sticking out like I was the main source of static electricity. That's weird, it's the middle of summer but my hair is like a balloon during a freezing winter. I thought static electricity only stayed during cold days...like really cold.
My name is Christina DuBree. I am thirteen years old and will be going into 8th grade in the fall. And the year after that, high school. *shiver* Brrr...is it cold in here? Sorry, I get shivers about that kind of thing. Tests, I mean. Finals are my arch enemy. Last year, I barely passed my english finals! I really want to go to college, get a degree in medics, become a doctor, and have a wonderful family with two children. I know that's a lot to be planning when you're only in seventh grade, but I like to do that kind of stuff. Anyway, I have a little sister named Emma, a little brother named Robby, and an older sister named Katie.
"Christina!" my mother yelled, "Phone!" I hurried out of my room and into the kitchen, where Emma was tossing Cheerios into Robby's glass of milk, Robby trying to shove Froot Loops up his nose, Dad was reading the newspaper ( completely ignoring the war going on between my younger siblings ), and Katie was applying a fresh coat of blood red nail polish on her unchewed up fingernails, unlike mine.
"Thanks," I say to Mom after she hands me our home phone. I then I headed towards my room and started my conversation with the caller, "Hello?"
"Hi, Christina," It was my best friend, Jacey Dopplin. Jacey and I always were the best of friends since third grade, when we ran into each other during gym, and both bruised our noses.
"Hey, Jace," I reply, directing half of my attention to my grass green wall.
"Did you need to tell me something? Otherwise, I kinda have to get going, since it's before my camp and all..." I trailed off, and started to pick at my dry skin on the back of my left hand.
"No, not really."
"What then?" I asked, curiousity slowly taking over my body.
"It's just...er..." I hesitated to say something, and I didn't. Instead, my mom did.
"Time to go, Christina," Mom had me hang up on Jacey without even saying goodbye.
"But...but-" I stammered, and then sighed.
"You might miss your camp," Mom warned. I gave up and slowly picked up my brown and blue backpack filled with the contents of an outdoor camper.
"I won't." I groaned because of the weight of my heavy backpack. My camp was kinda lame, but I've been to it last year, and it was really fun. It is outdoors, in the full heat of Minnesota's summers. We play kickball, capture the flag, freeze tag : in the woods, and a bunch of other really exciting but tiring games.
"Let's go!" Robby exclaimed. Oh...great! I thought sarcastically. I had forgotten that Robby was coming this year. It will be awkward having my eight - year old brother following me around all the time.
