Paper Planes

∞ Chapter Three ∞

It was six in the morning when my alarm went off, beating in my ear drum. I rolled over in my comfy bed, not expecting to have Blaire sleeping next to me. I woke her up so we could get ready for school. She has stayed over at my house the whole weekend countless times. It has almost become a routine for us.

I kept shaking her, trying to get her to wake up. I finally had a idea, it was sneaky and a little mean, but I was desperate to get her up. I turned on Wrecking Ball, on my phone at the highest volume it could go. I stuck the speaker right by her ear, and Miley's screechy voice blared, no pun intended. She finally woke up, but she was not too happy. As she woke, she screamed and instinctively throat-punched me. We sat in bed for like ten minutes after that, one having a throbbing ear drum and one having a throbbing neck.

I pushed the lock screen on my iPhone. I saw the date. It sat that today was November seventeenth. That is when report card come out!

I was so scared that I wasn't going to make all A's. If I made straight A's, then my mom made a deal with me, that she and I would celebrate!

I got ready for school. It was kind of chilly, outside, so I put on a long sleeve shirt, with a cardigan , paired with a beanie as usual. I ran into the bathroom to brush my pearly whites. I opened the crusty Colgate cap of the toothpaste. I snatched my purple toothbrush out of the cup, sitting by the sink.

I ran down the stairs to find Blaire already dressed and heading out the door. I grabbed my phone off the granite counter tops.

"You have to eat Addie." my mom yelled as I was starting to go out the door.

"Blaire is here! I'm going to be late! I'll eat on the way to school!" I swung the wooden door open, as my mom closed it behind me. Blaire was honking trying to get me to hurry.

I sat down in the passenger sid3e seat of Blaire's black, four door, BMW.

"We are going to have to stop at Starbuck's because we didn't have time to eat." I instructed. She nodded her head in approval, as I heard her stomach rumble.

We pulled into the drive through of Starbuck's. I got a chocolate cake pop and a caramel cappuccino. Blaire ordered almost the same thing, but she got a caramel mocha.

I ate extremely fast, so I could make my way to first period on time. I didn't want to be late, because if you are late, you could miss getting your report card.

After pulling into the school driveway, we hopped out of the car. We ran into two separate doors, for we had different first period classes. I threw my bag into my locker and slammed the metal door shut, after grabbing my binder. The slam was so loud I'm surprised our principle, Mr. Miller, didn't hear it and give me a detention slip. I scurried to the door of Mr. Myers science class. I made it in just before the bell rang. I made my way to my seat.

"Okay class. Today you'll be receiving your report cards. So, it's time to fret." Mr. Myers said, closing the classroom door behind where I flung it open. The class chuckled at his little joke. He passed the papers down the row. Alyssa got hers from Brad, who sat in front of her. I didn't get one!

I stood up and made my way to Mr. Myer's desk, ready to complain about my dilemma.

"Yes, Miss. Roberts?" he questioned, looking from his computer, as his eyes peered over the rims of his thin glasses.

"I didn't receive my report card.: I replied, shyly, as all the fire left from my body.

"Oh. We'll need to fix that." he said, shuffling through his papers that were thrown messily on his desk. "Aha! Here it is!" he noisily scanned over the paper, which was out of my reach. "I guess we saved the best for last."