I fast walk down the hallway to my locker and spin in my combination...21-5-7 and my locker opens. Full of photo booth pictures from the Summer and stupid magnets like "Hang in There" and "This is my happy face" it's a good laugh on a bad day. I gather my stuff in my lion king backpack that Alex got me for my sixteenth birthday. I put one strap over my left shoulder and rearrange my dress. I look to my right and there Taylor is again (Just can't get away from her). To be honest I don't even remember why I started hating her, other than the rumor about Stacy. But when did she turn so bad?
I remember when we were in Preschool and we would play with the dolls in the classroom until our moms would come and pick us up. Surprisingly we used to be friends. What happened?
Whatever it was it must have been pretty bad. I shut my locker and head for my bus, as I get on the bus and start walking up the steps, the sounds of middle school chatter fill my ears, the smell of sweaty gym shoes, and Elmer's glue fill my nose. I walk as fast as I can to the back where Stacy and Alex are waiting for me. I sit next to Stacy who sits next to the window and Alex sits across from us. We conversed about school and teacher drama, homework and Alex's football games coming up. When it's our stop we get off and head to my house at the end of the block, there the car in the driveway, mom's home.
