Tic Toc

Chapter One

My whole life I've wanted to go to school and now it was finally happening for me. I had begged and begged to be allowed to go and finally Mother had said yes. She said she had noticed me working extra hard and she had noticed how sad and lonely I was due to the fact that homeschool makes it real hard to make any kind of friends. I mean granted my mother is a great friend but she's not a seventeen year old girl with whom I can gossip with about my mother. I suppose maybe I could but what's the point honestly? I guess the point is that I am finally going to attend a real high school. One with real kids my age and with real teachers. Mother said that it would be a little different and I might stick out a little because all the kids I would be going to school with knew each other from years before that they had been together in school but I told her I'd manage. Truth is I didn't care if I had any friends on the first day I was just excited I'd finally be doing what normal kids my age did.

The day came for me to go into school and Mother woke me up. She told me that I had to get up and get dressed if I had any hope of catching the bus. I had requested riding via school bus for the mere fact that it gives me more of an opportunity to get as much of the experience that I could in one year that and maybe I'd meet someone. My mother used to laugh at me because of my fantasy's of what school would be like and she would tell me that it was the complete opposite and I was too innocent for school and that it would destroy me but this year was my year and I was going to make the most out of it and in the end one of our perspectives would be right and the other would be wrong. I was determined to be the one that was right.

I peeled myself out of bed and began getting dressed. Funny thing is that morning I had picked out my first day outfit for basically the millionth time. Everyday since I was old enough to go to school I had picked out an outfit that I would wear hoping that one day my mother would wake me for real school instead of our ordinary classes. I shimmied into my blue jeans and tugged on my socks, I slipped on my kami and followed it shortly afterwards with my yellow pladded flannel, stepped into my converse and brushed my hair; I took note of the sleekness that the straight iron had always provided in my bronze locks and laid each one down perfectly in place, I did up my makeup just a quick couple strokes with the mascara wand and ran a tooth brush around my mouth. Walking into the living room I saw my mother standing leaning against the counter in her robe, a cup of coffee in hand.

She left the counter with which she was perched and walked over to me hooking her finger under my chin as she had always done to me throughout the years, "My beautiful little baby's first day of high school." I smiled when she called me beautiful. Granted she was the only person that ever said it to me for she is the only one I have ever met, not even other relatives, you see I was sick as a kid so I was kept in quarantine at home until mother thought I was well enough to go to school and that day had finally come.

She slicked down my hair and examined my clothing, "High school is going to be too much for you Lyndsey." At this I just shook my head and thought of all the fairytales I had created where I already had so many memories of school and what it was like and the things I had done and somehow for some reason, I still believed in those things.

"I'll be alright Mother you'll see! I've been dreaming of this day for as long as I can remember and it's finally here you'll see Mother it's going to be perfect," I told her smiling and she smiled back at me.

The only other thing she said to me that morning was to get along for school and she handed me my backpack and ushered me out the door. Calling back an I love you for my mother I descended the driveway, boarded the bus, and began the first day of the rest of my life and boy was I ready.