I stepped into the long dark alley putting one foot in front of the other. Then and there it happened. The moment a boy named Bryce Simmons became a part of my life. Then, I hadn't had any idea of what I had to look for. Let's just say it was a one of a kind year. This is my story of how my best friend died, I got tremendously embarrassed in front of the whole school, and I fell in love with a back stabber. Don't just think there are downfalls, if there were I would tell you to stop reading this now. There were good memories, but you just going to have to be patient.
My eyes grow open to the warm smell of blueberries! What its Monday! Why is dad making blueberry pancakes on a Monday? Is it Backwards week? He always makes them on Sundays! I get up from my feathered bed and look at my calendar. Monday August, 20th First day of school. FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! I run down stairs to see my dad humming an old tune while a flat cake woops into the air!
"Dad" I yell
"Ahh there's my honey bee" he gazes at me.
I just smile, and pull the chair out in front of me. There is this long silence but that's how my father and I are. We understand each other without saying a word. It's kind of nice. He and I will just ride through the country in his old beat up truck with our lips sealed. I like it that way and I want it to stay like that.
To break up the silence my dad asks "Are you ready for your first day of High School?"
Am I ready for High school? It still hasn't come my senses that I'm a 9th grader. Freshmeat. The lowest on the pyramid. Everyone Grows up. They start to develop their character. This year is going to be interesting, but I have to be prepared. I have a feeling that some bad things may sneak up on me but I'm not scared. I also believe some good things will happen. I don't know what they will be but I just have to find out.
I was unaware that my dad was speaking to me. I was daydreaming like I normally do. I was concentrating on this melody to the song that popped in my head last night. It's irritating me. I got the chords to the chorus, but I don't quiet got the lyrics.
"Danielle? Dani? "My dad yahoos at me.
My mind connects to the thought of the question.
"Yes dad" I jump.
"Oh what am I going to do with you?"
I shrug as the sticky syrup runs on my plate. It's going to be a long day, I can already tell, just watching the thickness slowly pour out the bottle on to my blueberries and batter.
I step into the long dark alley putting one foot in front of the other. Then and there it happened. The moment a boy named Bryce Simmons became a part of my life.
This Moment was not a love connection moment like in movies and fairytales. These two seconds was the start off of my insane high school life. I didn't drop my books and the cutie helps me pick them up. No! I ran into the wall. Smack dab in the middle of the concrete blocks.
He nudged me and didn't know. That nim-wit. He could have said sorry. People need to learn respect, and I need to get my eyes checked.
As I finally found my locker, a few people came to greet me. Wayne Gates, the sciences freak, started it off with a hello. Mr. sweater vest, is now Mr. skinny jeans? The genius that not even google to beat, is now popular?