The books on my bookshelf are lined up from tallest to shortest. Being stuck in the middle of their hatefest sucks.īefore heading downstairs for breakfast, I look around my room. The one thing that would make this year even more perfect would be Kayla and Garrett finally getting along. I got voted in as soccer captain this summer, with Garrett as my co-captain, and I’m this year’s student body president. The internet seems to be spotty over in Pakistan, and her dad’s family has been keeping them really busy. It’s been hard to keep in touch with her this summer. And with that he turns and continues down the stairs, blanket held tightly to his chest.įirst day of school today. Why didn’t he just grab another blanket out of his bedroom closet? Uhh. Finally, he says, Just grabbing an extra blanket from the guest bedroom. Apparently lost for words, the silence carries from his mouth.
Instead of Mom, I find Dad walking down the stairs with an extra blanket. When no one answers, I walk out into the hall to wish Mom goodnight. Goodnight! I call out, trying to be heard but not be too loud. I get up to re-stack my school clothes on my desk for tomorrow and notice creaking in the hallway. Mom should be coming up any second to say goodnight on her way to bed. My socks fly into the laundry basket, along with today’s T-shirt, and I glance over to check that my backpack is ready for the first day of school. I tap the brush four times on the corner of the sink and place it in the mirror cabinet. Then walk over to my bathroom and square off with the mirror and grab my toothbrush. After folding the polo back up, sharp corners, I place it neatly in my drawer. I glance over… better switch polos for tomorrow. What am I wearing tomorrow? The orange polo? Maybe the blue one? I flip the lights on in my room as the sun disappears behind the rooftops across the street. Just to make sure I appreciate her and everything she does for me. She’ll make a big deal if she has to go back to return or exchange anything. I know it’s frustrating for her, because I hate trying on clothes at the mall. I spent three hours at the mall with Mom this morning getting new clothes for school.
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