Chapter 1 -
I breathed in a sigh of relief as I looked at the clock on my nightstand, though, I didn’t really need to. The clock was already talking to me. Earlier that morning I had tried to get up, but I just couldn’t get my body to listen. Next thing I knew, I was out – asleep. For the second time, I attempted at sitting up. This time I had the energy. I was able to not only sit up, but stand up and walk to my closet. In front of my closet, I stomped by foot on the grayish/bluish carpet. The room shook a little, but I was used to it. Hangers moved across my closet making a screeching-like noise. A hanger started swinging back and forth when I took the contents of a green and blue striped shirt from its place. I then walked over to my dresser, my feet sinking into the silky carpet. After a series of stomps, a wooden dresser drawer creaked open. Inside, there were denim shorts, capris, and jeans. I quickly grabbed the top pair of capris and threw them on. Watching the clock, I looked in the mirror as I braided my long blonde hair with natural brown highlights. Since my hair was layered, I had hairs which had frayed. I snatched the container of hair gel, untwisted the cap, and rubbed some in my hair. When it look decent enough to walk around in the public, I slid my feet into my green tennis shoes and tied the laces. I quickly took my diary with the initial “C” (which stood for Castilla) on the front cover and my book bag from my bed. I then opened my door slowly. As the rusty hinges creaked, I switched the light, putting everything back in place.
I raced down the set of stairs three at a time, but it didn’t bother me. The gel insoles in my tennis shoes absorbed the shock. I jogged through the house effortlessly almost as if I were flying. I was able to get my hands on a roll before I dashed out the door. When I turned off the driveway and into the street, I slowed my pace to a fast walk because of heavy car traffic. I had 15 minutes to get to the school, in my classroom, books for first block on my desk.
Should I take the back way to the school? The back way was a dirt path, so no one would be on it. When I came to the point where the dirt path forked off from the main road, I hesitated. I looked at the path in front of me, then at the road full of traffic. That doesn’t look good… I rotated back to the right, facing towards the tunnel-like dirt path ahead of me. I sprinted forward, hoping to make up some time.
Branches scraped against my face, arms and ankles causing a stinging sensation. I used to walk this path every day to school when I was younger, but not while running or being in a hurry. Blood was dripping down my ankles and into my shoes, dampening my socks. Five minutes went by, 10 minutes and there it was, the school. I don’t that I have ever been happier to arrive at school in my entire life!
I jogged through the front doors and straight into the bathroom, the door opening and closing on its own. I swiftly cleaned myself up using water and a few paper towels. I also opened a box with a red cross on the top. Inside, I took a few tannish colored Band-Aids and placed them over my bigger scrapes. After putting the first aid kit away, I casually walked out of the bathroom and down through the hallway.
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