As Mya walked home from the bus stop, she replayed the day in her mind.
She'd enjoyed most of her classes, but she hadn't really talked to anyone, except for Aron. He had first, third, lunch, and fifth period with Mya, and he helped her find each class throughout the day. At lunch, they sat together and talked about video games. "He's nice," Mya thinks to herself.
She smiles as she walks through the front door and into the kitchen. Her mom won't get off work for a few hours, so Mya has the house to herself. She climbs the stairs to her bedroom and pulls her homework out of her bag. "Ugh, I hate math!" Mya sighs in frustration. After another five minutes, she closes her notebook and walks over to her desk, where her CD player sits on top of a stack of books. She hums to herself as she pulls one of the books from the stack, balancing the rest with her hand.
Mya looks at the tattered cover of the book in her hand. 'Where the Sidewalk Ends' by Shel Silverstein, one of her favorites. She leafs through the pages, looking at the disproportionate drawings and the hilarious rhymes. Her mother gave her this when she was seven, telling her that it would make her smile no matter what was going on around her. She was right.
Mya sits on the edge of her bed, lost in the poems.
Later that night, Mya's mom is home and they're eating dinner. "How was school, honey?" Mya's mother asked while Mya poked at her salad. "It was good. I didn't really talk to anyone except this boy named Aron. He showed me where my classes are." Her mother smiles. "He sounds nice. Is he cute?" Mya grimaces at her mom. "Mom!" "What? I'm just curious." Mya sighs, "Yeah, he is."
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Maybe This Time
Teen FictionWhen Mya Alice enrolls in public high school, she sees it as a chance to finally make some friends and maybe even have a relationship with a guy. But what she doesn't realize is that public school is nothing like homeschooling, and that her peers do...
