Spirits

My New Life

I wake up to a knock at the door. "Kimberley, it's time for first day at your new school," my Grandmother yells through the door. I grab the pillow beside me, and cover my ears. Then, the light is turned on.

"Kimberley! Let's go! Up, up, up!" I take the pillow off of my head, sit up slowly, and open my eyes, blinded by the bright light. I look over at my Grandmother, she is in my closet. She has short blonde hair, she is wearing a purple blouse, black pants, and black flats.

"So what shall you wear?"

"Grandma, I can pick out clothes myself," I state.

"Okay, just hurry up you don't want to be late on your first day," my Grandmother says while exiting my room.

I grab a pair of khaki pants and a blue shirt with a panther paw. The paw is the school emblem, representing panthers, the school mascot. I slide the shirt over my thin body, and pull on my favorite pair of tennis shoes. I put on my silver charm bracelet, which my mother gave me before she died. I brush my long, brown hair, and head for the kitchen.

My Grandmother just finished cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs fill the room. I sit down at the breakfast bar and start to eat my breakfast. My Grandma takes a seat next to me, "Why are you wearing that old thing?" she asks me directing the question towards the bracelet. Sure it was chipped a bit, and a few charms were missing, but it wasn't that old looking. "Mom gave it to me before her-" I pause, not being able to say 'death'. Even the thought of it made me want to cry. "Don't talk about your mother!" yells my Grandmother. Every time I did as little as mention her she would become quite angry, so I try not to mention her a whole lot. My mother passed just recently over the summer, but I don't know how. I was at aunt’s house when it happened. I was writing another one of my poems, when the phone rang to break the news of my mother’s death. No one knows exactly what happened, or if they do they choose not to tell me. Some claim that it was a heart attack, others claimed that she committed suicide by drug overdose. I have decided to stick with the heart attack assumption because my mother, she was happy all of the time, and she just wouldn't do that. And for my father, well, I never knew him. Not even a name. It was just my mother and I living together. Even though it was only the two of us everything was perfect! After the incident with my mother, I was going to live with my Aunt Jennifer, which I would've preferred over my Grandmother. She is twenty-two, long auburn hair, short, and super fun to be around, but she said that she was going out of town. So, I was forced with the final option, to live with my Grandma.

"Okay it's time to go," says my Grandmother. I put my dish in the dishwasher, grab my bag, and head for the car.

Now I am on my way to my new prep school, where I am going to start my sophomore year. Yay! Not! This is going to be awful, a new school, new kids, and a brand new routine.

We only live five minutes away from the school, so I could’ve walked, but my Grandmother insisted on taking me. I look out my window and see a huge building, multi-story. My Grandmother pulls in front the drop off area, and I hop out of the car, amazed by the size, and the beautiful structure. I start to walk up the steps to where the double doors are when my Grandma calls my name, "Kimberley!" I turn and look at her, she had her window down. "Have fun!" I wave goodbye to her, and turn away continuing my walk up the steps and through the doors.

There were so many people. Everyone dressed in like the same thing. I look for my locker number. I spot it number 132. Right next to me was a red head getting into her locker. Surprisingly, unlike most of the girls she wore pants and not a skirt or dress. I start to put all of my new school supplies inside my locker, when suddenly I drop my Social Studies book. I was about to pick it up, but the red head beat me to it.