How I Learned to Love

Mornings

SARA'S VIEW

"Sara get your ass downstairs now!" My mom yells from the kitchen. Ugh! It's the first day of school and I really don't want to go. A new school with cruel people and evil teachers to get used to, great.

"Five minutes mom!" I yell down, then roll over and get up. Time to get dressed. I pick out a pair of baggy sweatpants, an oversized sweater, and my favourite pair of converse. At least I can wear what I want. I brush my teeth and hair, then put my glasses on and move my hair in front of them. I don't need glasses, but they help to hide my face and blend into the crowd. I run downstairs and grab a bagel and my backpack before starting the two kilometre walk to school.

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JAMES'S VIEW

My alarm is going off and I consider skipping, but something makes me get up anyways. I get dressed and brush my teeth. I am wearing old jeans, a plain white t-shit, and my favourite leather jacket. I go downstairs and pack my little sister's lunch and make us breakfast. Just as I am putting the bacon on a plate for her she comes bounding down the stairs with a giant grin plastered to her face.

"I LOVE BACON!!!!!!" She screams louder than you would expect a seven year old to be able to.

"Calm down Anna, and eat fast we are already running late. You can't be late on the first day." I tell her in my goofy older brother voice as I start to eat.

Ten minutes later she finally finished her bacon and we go to my car. I drive to her school and let her out, then go to the high school down the street. I do not want to be here. Why am I not skipping again?