Um... so this is my first story, so no bashing! But if there's any grammatical errors, or if I mess up my tenses, let me know. On to the story!
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"Shut. Up." I growled at my iHome, flipping over to face it. I swatted the Alarm Reset button impatiently, ready to catch another half hour or so of blissful sleep. As I sank back into my bed, I caught a glimpse of the date. June 2nd. There was a moment of thought as I searched my mind for the significance of the date, and then: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yeeesss! I tried to leap out of bed, like they do in the books. In the books, however, they do not remind you to remove the comforter from your body first. Nor do they say that landing on the hardwood floor in a heap, with your body entangled within a fluffy comforter, is rather painful.
Note to self: Think before you leap. I snickered at my thought's cheesiness, then detached myself from my comforter and scrambled to the closet just outside of my room. I swung the door open smoothly, grabbed the pile of clothes in the third compartment of the hanging organizer, and swiftly reentered my bedroom. I tossed the comforter back onto the bed and changed into my preselected outfit. I grinned; black skinny jeans, neon purple socks, and a black based Gryffindor tee were an absolutely perfect outfit- to me, at least. All the black made my mom think that I was going goth. (My much changed taste kind of scared my mom.)
I slipped my feet into my weathered-and-worn purple low-tops, fiddling with the laces for a bit. I straightened out my bed and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a chocolate toaster pastry. My eighteen year old sister Lily half-stumbled in sleepily, her corkscrew curls frizzed up.
"Last day of school," she yawned. I smiled. She did too, then walked into the wall. "Ow," she said blankly-she was even less of a morning person than I was. I smiled again and headed past her to my room. I basically texted and IM'd the few friends I had that were awake until seven, when my mom called, "Codianna! Let's go!" from the living room.
"Gimme a sec!" I yelled back, shoving my iPod into my pocket. I shouldered my backpack, barely noticing the pressure. Middle school does that to a person. It was a cheerful ride to school, what with the Message, the only Christian radio station I listened to, playing each and every good Christian hard rock song I knew. How awesomely coincidental is that? We pulled up to Bern Middle School- a long, white building with blue on the edges and coverings for the sidewalk.
Throngs of teenagers, most dressed with questionable taste, swarmed the sidewalk, all chattering incessantly. Following a tradition I had set months ago, I said, "Live long and prosper!" just before I left, to which my mother replied, "May the force be with you!" I climbed out of the car and jogged to catch up to my best friend Rose, who looked ready to burst with joy. Her mocha skin was practically glowing, her black hair loose over her shoulders.
"Did you bring your iPod?" I asked her as we crossed the threshold into the Front Foyer, as I called it. We usually crossed through here or the lobby on the way out of after school rehearsals.
"Yup," she answered, flashing the radiant blue device.
"Me too. " I grinned, tugging my saturated purple one up for show. As we strode down the Far West Hall (again, a name I created), our absolutely hilarious friend Nero winked at Rose, who blushed to a shade worthy of her namesake. We chatted quite a bit in the forty five seconds to a minute it took to get to my locker, where we parted. I quickly slid items into my locker, dropping the ones I had to use immediately on the gray tile floor. After finishing the daily task, I shut my locker, grabbed my books, and hurried off to first period.
Somewhere along the hall, someone called, "Wow, Campbell! Looking good!" I whipped around, expecting it to be an idiot from theater, in which case I would feel perfectly fine smacking or slapping the idiot upside the head. Instead, I found myself facing Seth Fletcher, the only guy I would ever consider as a best friend, who I would have felt perfectly fine smacking or slapping upside the head in any other situation. In this one however, I found myself unable to make my hand make contact with his head. I refused to blanch entirely; though I felt myself take a step back.
With no witty comeback in my arsenal, I shouted (for the din of over excited preteens allowed nothing else), "Thanks!" and ran the remaining ten steps to Mr. Anderson's room.
"Well, someone's in a rush," Nadia said, slightly sardonically. She was sarcastic, tough, abrasive, cold, violent, harsh, slightly reserved, and occasionally flat out mean- and she was one of my two best friends. Her olive skin was etched lightly with scars where she had been hurt on the field, or gym, I suppose. She was controlled enough to not start a fight, but that didn't stop her from poking, tripping, and performing other miscellaneous hurtful actions. I noticed the black wire trailing down from her ear into the silver and black swirled iPod. I grinned as I heard a snatch of the hard-hitting Korean rock she loved so much.
I pushed my books onto the desktop and hastily unwound the Skullcandy earbuds from around the body of my iPod. I jammed the buds into my ears, playing whatever song had been playing last. Turns out, it was a Three Days Grace song, prompting me to glance at the door to ensure Mr. Anderson wasn't coming, take off my necklace, and flip my hair back and forth in the most head banging-ly way possible. Both Nadia and Rose had cameras trained on me, neither removing their own earbuds.
Somehow, I managed to swing my head back with enough force to actually throw me down on the carpet. The students who had been watching exploded with laughter, myself included. I was still giggling when Mr. Anderson peered down at me, not angry, but... miffed.
Of course, Tatianna Gomez chose that exact moment to fall out of her seat with a "Whoa!" I pulled myself into my seat. This was going to be a very strange day...
Which is actually a really good thing, but it makes me sad! I'm really sorry that I haven't been very helpful!
