My Life at 12
“BZZZZ!” “BZZZZ!” “BZZZZ!” goes my alarm at 5:30 in the morning. “It’s Monday again. Great.” I think to myself, already annoyed at the fact that I must go school because it didn’t burn down over the weekend, as I hoped it would. I reach over the side of my bed, turn off my alarm, my day has officially begun.
I laid in bed a couple more minutes before I heard my mom walk through the question, per her usual morning routine. “Sylvia!” I hear her scream, “Ya es hora!” (“Sylvia! It’s time!” For those who don’t understand Spanish.) I lazy get up to start getting ready. I walk over to my closet and go for my usual combo, a long sleeve shirt, overalls, and chunky sneakers. I take a good look at myself before heading to the bus stop: Glasses? Check. Hair in a frizzy ponytail? Check. Last but not least, I check my backpack, I make sure I have the most important thing in there, my Walkman. Big, fat check.
“Hey Jocelyn! Hey Paulette!” I scream to my friends. We’ve known each other since third grade and we’ve been inseparable ever since. “Is it “A” day or “B” day?” I ask. Paulette says, it’s “A” day. I trust her because she loves school and would never mess up her schedule. We talked about homework that was due, boys we had a crush on, and plans for after school. “I have an orchestra meeting after school and have to take the late bus. Do you want to stay with me?”, Paulette asks. “Sure, why not. I have nothing else to do anyways.”, I reply back.
Thirty minutes later we’re finally at school. “Another glorious morning.”, I quote from the Halloween movie of all time, “Hocus Pocus”. I go about my day, attend all my classes, my favorite being choir....