The first day of 8th grade. Ugg. Once again I'll be invisible to the world, as usual. I have tried everything to get noticed. I tried wearing new clothes, all that got me was a detention for not following dress code. Yet all the popular kids wear booty shorts and crop tops but they never get in trouble.
I tried making funny comments. Instead of people laughing they became dead silent. Turns out I'm not as funny as I thought I was.
I tried making friends with the popular kids, that didn't go so well. Since I have a low case of autism my social skills are not very good, so making friends is awfully hard for me.
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"April, honey it's time to get up." Reluctantly I crawl out of bed and head downstairs for breakfast. Usually my breakfast consists of ether cereal or waffles but I got a pop tart mostly because I was running late.
I devour my pop tart and my mom makes her usual comment about how I eat too fast and if I don't eat slower I might choke. Moms and their protectiveness, they can get quite annoying.
Bing! Bong! Wholly crap it's already seven o'clock! I need to get dressed! I rush up the stairs two at a time, on the last two steps I trip and fall all the way back down the stairs. "That's what u get for going up the stairs two at a time," my mom yells from the kitchen.
I try the stairs again but instead of going up two at a time I went up one at a time so I don't fall again. Knowing my luck i'll fall again. I walk to my room and open my closet. "What to wear, what to wear," I whisper to myself as I rummage through my closet.
Aha! I grab my pikachu shirt and my yellow booty shorts. I wonder if I can get away with wearing booty shorts? Ah can't hurt to try.
After dressing, I rush downstairs and grab my backpack. Before I can get out the door my mom says "you didn't forget my kisses did you?" I roll my eyes as I walk over to my mom. She gives me a bear hug and kisses my forehead.
When I arrive at school everything is the same, I get trampled by everyone, I tell the teacher my name, but a minute after she forgets it and I sit at the lunch table alone.
I have come to like solitude and to keep busy, I read books. Books to me mean the world because I can pretend I'm the main character and feel like I belong.
Before I know it the day is over. I walk into my house and as always, my mom asks how my day went. I respond with my usual answer, good. I head downstairs, to a place that isn't really a basement (my basement is down one more level) but its half underground so you could call it a basement if you really wanted to.
This floor is my game room. I have an Xbox and two plastations. I have a plastation one and a plastation two. I don't have a plastation three because I had to choose between that and the Xbox. As you can probably tell I chose the Xbox. Video games is my other escape from reality because it makes me seem like a hero (depending on the game).
This time I decide to play Assassins Creed Brotherhood. I'm trying to play them all in order so I'm not very far because I just started to get into it.
Five hours go by and I don't realize because I lose track of time when I'm playing a video game or reading. "April it's time to go to bed. You know I'm strict with bedtimes on a school night."
"Ok mom I'm coming, just give me a second."
I quickly save my game and exit to Xbox home. I shut off the Xbox and start to walk up the stairs when my mom says "don't forget to turn off the tv." I walk back to the tv and press the power button.
I then head upstairs to brush my teeth. I get to my bathroom and start the intricate process of brushing my teeth. I first clean my teeth, apparently there is a difference between brushing and cleaning. Cleaning is where you use just a toothbrush and water, no toothpaste. Brushing is the complete opposite, it's where you use a toothbrush and toothpaste. The doctor gave me a special toothpaste, that is too minty for my taste, but I have to use it anyway.
After I clean my teeth I have to brush my teeth. I then have to use this little thing that kinda looks like a miniature Christmas tree. What I have to do is stick that underneath each wire and get all the gunk out from underneath the wire. It's actually pretty gross I have to say.
I head downstairs to grab my book so I can read before I go to bed. It's weird I don't really know how to explain it, but if I don't read before I go to bed I just can't fall asleep. I arrive back at my room, change into my pjs and climb into bed. I turn on my lamp and begin to read. I must have read for at least a half an hour but I'm not sure because, again I can't keep track of time, before I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Today is my favorite day yet also my least favorite day. Today is my birthday. The only reason I don't like when it's my birthday is because I get ignored on the one day that is all about me.
My mom yells at me to get up like she does every day from now until I move out. I jump out of bed because I know she has a present for me when I get downstairs.
I speed down the stairs and surprisingly don't fall. As soon as I arrive at the kitchen my parents begin to sing the happy birthday song. I smile a smile that covers my whole entire face because this is the only time someone will sing for me.
After singing my mom goes into the refrigerator and pulls out a cupcake with a candle on top. "Make a wish April." so I wish for what I want the most. I wish to become popular. I say this in my head as I blow out the candle.
I take the cupcake from the table and start to eat it. Mmmm. It's vanilla, my favorite. I jump with joy. "You got my favorite."
"No problem honey I just want to make you happy."
"Well you did that alright. Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
I continue on I'm my normal morning routine. Everything is how it is every day except when I get on the bus. No one else is on the bus but me. Um this is weird but maybe no one told me not to get on this bus because is was broken down or something.
Well when I get to school the same thing is happening no one else but me is walking into the school. I walk up to the front door and knock, but no one answers. So I open the door and walk inside.
Out of no where the entire school jumps out and yells "happy birthday April!" They remember my name and know it's my birthday. Had my birthday wish come true?
YOU ARE READING
Ordinary
Teen Fiction13 year old April Smith is an unpopular 8th grader who is invisible to the rest of her school. Even her teachers can't remember her name. Until one day everything changes. Can April handle the pressure?