Being Eleven Sucks

Timmy, Sara, Charlie, Lizzy, and Lillian are just starting sixth grade. Sixth grade is the highest grade in the elementary. They are the cool kids. The younger kids look up to them. They can't wait to be seventh graders. Middle-schoolers. But everything goes horribly wrong when the five of them find out they are special. They are brought into a community. A very different community. They don't fit in. The leader of the community doesn't think they are pure. But he underestimates their power.

I'm Charlie. Charlie Daugherty. I live in a boring isolated place. My house sits at least four long miles from school. School is the only place I can socialize with kids my age. Out here, it's just Mom, Dad and me.
I trudge downstairs, half asleep. My enemy is the morning. I pull myself into the kitchen and the scent of my mom's horrifying waffles hits my nostrils. I'm greeted by Mom and she puts a plate at a seat near our counter. She slides back into her bedroom to finish her episode of a talk show called “The View".
I get up from my spot at the counter and dump the waffles into the garbage compactor and cover it with paper towels. I run upstairs, almost completely awake and pull on my clothes. I brush my teeth quickly, not even close to adequate. I grab my backpack and run back down my stairs and almost fall the rest of the way down. I run outside and hear my mom shout, “Goodbye, Sweethe-," and I close the door.
A bus comes to a stop and I run onto it. When it starts to move, I find a seat and sit next to an eighth grader who has a pile of eyeliner lining his eyes. Yeah, his eyeliner. A goth is my bus-buddy. We drive away and I think about how awesome sixth grade will be.