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This little life of mine
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 Created on 11-10-07
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The first day of school, I was so excited… NOT. I wore a Jean skirt and sandals with heels, and I wore a grey hoodie that said ‘skate or die’ on it. I wore my long, straight red hair down, like usual. As well I wore my silver hoop earrings that Rachel gave me before I left California. I went to the stop sigh and looked around for some other kids to come to the bus stop, but no one came, I looked at my watch, 7:10. The bus didn’t come until 7:40. After a few minutes of looking for someone to come, someone came! It was a girl, she had wavy blond hair and she had on a pair of dangly silver earrings, and she had on a skirt like mine, but it said ‘Knock’ on it.She walked up to me and said, “What’s up?” “Oh nothing much” I said as coolly as I could.“Where do you come from?” she was looking at my hoodie,“California,” I could tell this girl was amused.“Ya… right and I’m the Queen of England” I could see a girl the same age behind ‘the Queen’ listening in.“Well nice to meet you, your majesty” and I gave a full body bow. The girl behind ‘the Queen’ started bursting out laughing and started to cry because she was laughing so hard. “Well someone finds it funny” I smiled.‘The Queen’ walked off to talk to a group of other kids and the other girl came over, she had jeans and a plain purple shirt under a half open light blue jacket, in her ears was a pair of small hoops and in her second holes purple stars.“Hey my name’s Alicia, nice one that was Jessica, she doesn’t like new people.” And she smiled.“Hi, my name’s Stephanie… what is that girl’s problem?”“Oh she has to evaluate every new kid that comes to the school, which means she torments about…… over twenty kids on just the first day.” The girl looked sad.“You okay” I was determined to make more friends than Jessica just to see if I could.“Oh… I used to be her friend, in first through forth grade, but then we both went to a private school, but know that we’re both in ninth grade she thinks I’m too….. blah”“Is she anorexic?” I knew the Jessica was not normal.“Naw she’s normal, just mean” I could tell that Alicia still wanted to be Jessica’s friend.The bus pulled up and Jessica ran up to it to be the first one in and she dragged Alicia with her.I sat alone on the bus even though people were cramming three people in a seat, no one would sit with me. Jessica and Alicia were at the back of the bus talking, well more like Jessica was talking and Alicia just nodded. That was the longest bus ride I had ever had. I had always had at least ten friends surrounding me in California. It was great. After school I was always at a party of at the mall. That was the most fun part of my life. Now, now I had to sit on a bus alone while the one person I thought I had made a friend with was sitting eight seats always from me talking to my early enemy, all because of her. My mom died when I was three years old, but I’m not mad at her. My dad and I were living in an apartment in California. He dated a lot of girls but never more than three weeks. Then he met this one girl visiting from Pennsylvania. I thought she was sweet, but then she had to go back. I just though okay another girl’s gone, let’s see I think the next will be a blond. But no, he was apparently madly in love so we sold everything and moved here. That was bad enough but then they broke up! My dad said he wanted to stay here because one, all our family lived in Erie, and two, he said it was a better environment. So now I am stuck in the redneck woods of Pennsylvania. Great.“Hey.” Alicia came up next to me. “Jessica just wanted to… ask me a question on my dad’s car business. ““Ya, okay.” I didn’t think that was the truth but I didn’t care, I was now focused on a big old school coming into view, praying that it wasn’t were I would be going for a year of torture.“Get going or you kids will be late.” The bus drivers opened the doors, just great I thought.“Come on let’s go.” Alicia pulled me out the bus and, even though I don’t think I was meant to see it, Alicia winked at Jessica as she pushed me into the school. She led me to a desk and disappeared. The lady at the desk handed me a bunch of papers and a lock for a locker and instructions on how to set it. I walked around until I found my locker and I opened it to see all of the needed supplies, and a post-it note that said ‘looser’ on it. I had no clue how someone knew that locker was mine before me but I just thought whatever. I made a mental note to remember that and looked at my schedule. I had homeroom, math. I grabbed my math book and a notebook from my locker then set my locker combination so I wouldn’t forget it. It was 07-14-91, very nice, or so I thought. I went to class and there was one seat left next to Jessica. So I sat down and looked out the window.The teacher said her name was Ms. Smith and started to explain how we would be graded.“Psssst,” Jessica held out a note, so I grabbed it and Ms. Smith took it from me so fast I blinked and missed it.“I know that you have acne trouble and my brother uses this one thing that makes him smell like a dirty sock,” She was reading it out loud! “I noticed you smell really bad so I was wondering if you used it because if you need extra I can have him give it too you. Because you seem to need more because you have little red spots everywhere on your face, your BFF Jess!” She read it out loud to the entire class, what ever happened to throwing it away? That made the entire class laugh, except Jessica, she just smiled at me. “Next note I find from you Jessica I will read over the PA system for the entire school to read.” Ms. Smith went back over to her desk and Jessica nodded. The rest of class I looked at the window and watched a guy wash his car.When class was out I ran to my locker and found the lock undone, I must have left it unlocked. I opened it up and there was, what I thought was a thousand, post-it notes. I looked at them, they were all different. They said stuff like looser, pathetic, nose picker, acne girl, teacher’s pet. I had no clue how someone made them all so quick or how they got in my locker. I made another mental note, this one bigger and made sure it was closed up tight, after grabbing my books. I headed off to class and got a seat in the back, that’s how it was the rest of the day, plain. No more notes, no more comments, nothing. I got suspicious. At the end of the day I packed up my stuff, home work on the first day of school, wonderful. I loaded on to a bus, and took a seat. I didn’t see Jessica or Alicia; I figured they had their moms get them. It was only five minutes and the bus driver told us to get off. I pilled out with everyone else and looked around as the bus pulled away and the other kids ran home. Nothing was familiar, I squinted to see the bus number, 142. I tried to remember the number from the morning… 147. I then realized I was nowhere near my house!I started walking back to the school. I wished my dad would have given me a cell phone before we even moved here. After what seemed like forever I got back to the school, and no one was there but Ms. Smith getting into her car, so I kept walking.I sort of remembered how to get back to my house. I walk a while longer and looked at my watch and it said 3:15, forty-five minutes after school let out. I walk along and noticed there was a car coming, which was surprising because I hadn’t seen one come by after I passed the school. I squinted to look at it and…. It was my dad. I leaned on a guard rail, noticing how tiered I was, and waved my arms. My dad pulled up and I saw tears on his face. It was only about a half hour by what I calculated. I wondered why he was so upset. I looked at my watch… it said 4:30. I didn’t even know time could go that fast, or did I really walk that slowly?I opened the door and climbed in the car, I could see dirty tissues everywhere.“I got on th” he cut me off.“What were you doing, I didn’t know what happened, I called the school, and they said you went one the bus, I called the bus station and they said that you weren’t on any of the busses. I worried that you were kidnapped or you fell or” He was crying too hard to talk.We pulled into the driveway and I got out and went to my room. I could hear him cursing to himself as he came in, and again around dinner time. I didn’t dare go down for something to eat until I did my homework, picked up my room, and made sure he was in his room.I sneaked downstairs and got a few snacks for later and a turkey sandwich. I started back upstairs but my dad was coming down the stairs, so I half hide to the side.“Stephanie, I want you to tell me why you didn’t make it home on time.” He sat down on the stairs “The truth,”I told him how I got on the wrong bus and the bus and all the kids were gone before I realized it. I told him I got to school and everyone was gone so I tried to walk home.“Okay, as long as that is the truth” he went back upstairs and into his room. I didn’t see him or hear him the rest of the night. It was scary.I wet into my room and turned on the TV. I sat down and stared to eat, wondering what kind of person would call their kid Bob.I finished eating and got ready for bed. I walked over to my dad’s room and tried to see if I could hear him talking to his latest girlfriend Jamie. But there was nothing, so I went back into my room and then I just laid down and went to bed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Hey looser”“You're such a looser your mom committed suicide because of you.”“Looser”“Ha ha ha, you’re a looser.”“Looser, looser, looser, looser, looser”I woke up and looked around, no one was there. It must have been a bad dream. I laid down and stared at the ceiling. When I first moved here I had painted my room. The ceiling was a nice pink, and the walls were purple. I started thinking about my mom. I could only remember a few things, she had red hair like mine, she was very tall, she always had her wedding ring on, and that was all of the main stuff. I couldn’t remember anything else. I fell asleep by thinking of what it would be like if she was still here… peace.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I got up and put on a black mini skirt and a tight pink t-shirt that said ‘cutie pie’ on it. I put a light blue eye shadow on and purple lip gloss. I went down to breakfast, which my dad always cooked for me, and no one was there. I got two pop-tarts out and opened the microwave then put my pop-tarts in and started it. I looked around and the microwave was the only sound, it was really creepy.I went out to the bus stop at 7:20 and there were only three people there besides me. Alicia was walking towards the bus stop. She smiled and waved at me.“Hey what’s up Steph?” she had no right giving me a nick name, but I put it aside and smiled. “Nothing much. You?”“Um… no, nothing, nope, nothing at all” that was the strange end to our conversation.The bus pulled up and we more kids came running up, one of them was Jessica. I ran on to the bus and to the back seat. I took a seat and slouched down, holding my book bag. I looked over the seat in front of me to see Jessica sitting in the front, which was pointless for me to made the slightest effort in getting my seat.When we got to school the bus driver repeated the same words as yesterday and we all got off. I walked into school and found me locker which was open. I looked inside but there wasn’t anything there. I went to my first class and took another window seat. The teacher started to explain something about the civil war and slavery and blah blah blah. I looked outside and this time I saw a bird building a nest.“Ms. Stephanie, could you tell us the answer?” I looked up and the teacher was staring at me.“Um… George Washington?” I had no clue what the question was.“No, George Washington was not the first freed slave.” A few kids snickered.“Oh, sorry, didn’t understand the question.” Total lie.
“Maybe next time you will pay attension.”
[thats all, i might write more]
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Please Login to post comments| On November 15th 2007 13bethany13 Said : | |
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#2 is done |
| On November 11th 2007 deshanna13 Said : | |
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i hope you do i like it and of you do keep me posted plzz dis iz good |
| On November 10th 2007 13bethany13 Said : | |
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yah, i wrote this when i was 12
so you'll have to put up with it |
