by Kirsten (age 13)
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I woke up the next morning from the sound of my alarm clock.
I grunted and slapped the “Off” button.
“Today’s Friday,” I thought to myself.
I sat up and looked around.
The sun shined through the blinds of my window.
Today is the perfect day. No gloomy clouds, and no rain. Just sunshine.
I stood up and went to my closet. Clothes had been piled up from the times that I hadn’t felt like folding.
I picked up my favorite shirt, a brown shirt with a white vest attached to it.
I pulled it on along with some jeans.
I ran to the bathroom to do my morning necessities.
Once I got out of the bathroom, the aroma of bacon and eggs filled the air.
I licked my lips and went to grab my backpack. Today was the last day that I had to bring my backpack to school. The last week of school is No Backpack Week.
I pulled my backpack onto my back and headed downstairs.
I plopped the bag onto the couch and went into the kitchen.
Mom was there, of course, with a fryer full of bacon and eggs.
“Good morning, sweetie,” she greeted. “Are you excited for the last Friday of the school year?”
“Yeah. I’m so glad school’s over.” I smiled back.
“Wanna get the toast out of the toaster?” Mom asked me, pointing to the toaster that stood in the corner.
I grabbed the toast and Mom put butter on them.
She brought two plates down to the dining room table, as did I.
Mom believed that we should always eat together as a family for every meal. I thought it was annoying because we always had those awkward silences while we ate.
Dad came down just fixing his tie. He worked as the Technician Manager down at the local college.
Mom worked at home. I don’t really know what she does as her job. She just puts random numbers into the computer and calls them, “loans.”
Matthew came down a few seconds later with a Metallica shirt and some jeans.
“Good morning.” Mom kissed Matthew’s cheek.
We all sat down and said our prayers.
I was halfway through my bacon when somebody finally decided to talk.
“So… are you excited for the big trip to Michigan?” Mom asked me and Matthew.
“I guess,” I replied.
“Yeah, I’m excited. Thanks for letting Emma go,” Matthew retorted.
“No problem, sweetie. Just remember, her mom still has a say in this.” Mom smiled her Romper Room smile.
I ate up my bacon, licking every drop of grease, knowing that once we got to Michigan, no more sweets for me.
“Well, I don’t wanna be late for work,” Dad said getting up. He went over and kissed mom and waved bye to us.
“Bye, Dad.” I waved back.
“Bye,” Matthew murmured after me.
Dad put his plate in the dishwasher then went to the living room to get his suitcase.
After he was gone, Mom got up, noticing all of our empty plates.
She picked all the plates and silverware up and put them in the dishwasher.
She glanced at the clock, which read, “7:45.”
“Oh my, I didn’t notice how late is was. Come on, you guys have 15 minutes ’til the bell.”
We grabbed our backpacks and followed mom to the car, a 2008 white Kia.
“It’s my turn to ride in the front seat!” I yelled as Matthew started to open the passenger door.
He rolled his eyes and let me through.
I watched as Matthew went to the back seat and laughed silently to myself.
Once we dropped Matthew off at his high school, which was closer to the house than my middle school, we started going up Pines Road to Enemy Middle School.
Mom pulled over next to the office.
“You have ten minutes. Bye sweetie. Have a good day.” Mom smiled at me.
“Bye.” I opened the door and got out following a crowd of people who were in my homeroom.
I walked toward the door, which said, “Mr. Palowski. Mathematics. Grade 6.”
I opened the heavy door and spotted my best friend, Melanie.
“Melanie!” I ran up to her and gave her a hug.
“Hi Mackenzie!” She smiled at me.
Just as I was about to ask her if she wanted to come with us to Michigan, Mr. Palowski shushed me.
“Everyone take your seats,” he said. I went to my seat, which was behind Melanie’s.
He went on about how we should practice our math throughout the summer and how seventh grade wouldn’t be so easy.
I ignored most of what he said.
Every time I tried to talk to Melanie, he told me to be quiet.
So, I wrote her a note,
Melanie, I am going to Michigan to see my aunt, uncle, and cousin.
My mom said I can bring a friend.. Wanna come?
I threw the note on her desk while Mr. Palowski was yelling at some kid for being in the wrong seat.
I watched her open the note and then scribble something on the back of it.
She tossed it back.
Oh I wish!! But I’m going to science camp. Sorry :P I wish i could go tho.
Aww man, I thought to myself.
I crumpled the note up and shoved it into my backpack.
Melanie turned around and looked at me apologetically, mouthing the words, “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I mouthed back.