The Night in Forest Creek

The bus

I woke up in my creeky twin bed exhausted and not caring that I would probably be late for school. I slipped on a gray sweatshirt, black leggings, my black sneakers, and tied my hair up it a loose messy braid. I don't know if you can tell, but I didn't want to stand out today. I walked down the stairs like a zombie to the kitchen finding only my parents drinking coffee, but no food.

"How was your sleep?" Dad asked.

"Fine." I answered.

"Ready for the first day?" Mom said curiously.

"Sure."

Since my parents didn't bother to make breakfast I took a granola bar, one of moms healthy choices. Do you remember the thing I said about change, well a change was now I have to eat all organic. What's the point? I am a kid. After eating I brushed my teeth, filled with braces.

I grabed my backpack and went outside seeing a strangely quiet bus. The doors opened slowly and once they were opened enough I could see a 70 year old man in the front seat. There were quiet children in all of the seats with perfect posture and looking at me. There was one problem, there were no seats left! I had to share with someone so I sat right in the back with a girl who has blonde hair in a neater braid and wearing colors of blue and red.

"Hi I am Lindsey a and I live next door to you." The girl told me.

I wanted to say that she didn't even bother to say hello during the Summer, but that would be a bad first impression.

"Hi I am Mia." I said

"What teacher do you have?" She asked desperately.

"Mr. Dobay." I answered.

"Me too!" She exclaimed excitedly. "I can show you where the classroom is!" "I have a feeling we are going to be close friends."

Is this really happening? I asked myself. Someone totally different from me wants to hang out with me. Someone totally perky. It s weird because every other kid on the bus seemed so serious, even the kindergarteners.

"Sure." I answered trying not to seem so desperate.

For the rest of the bus ride I thought about Lindsey and I and how today won't be as bad as I thought.