[SIZE=21pt]NOTE: NOT FULL STORY. ONLY BEGINNING. I DIDN'T WRITE THE REST YET XD[/SIZE]
I Hope I made You Proud
“But mom-“, I tried to say, But what mom says, goes. “No buts Leila. You are doing ballet like your grandmother did. It’s such a beautiful dance. I know you’ll love it. And you will make your grandmother so proud. Doesn’t it feel exciting to be doing something new?!” Too you it does…I thought quietly. I nodded, just to make her happy. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll make a new friend”, she said to me. I considered it for a minute, but I doubted it. Thinking about wearing those little fairy-princess outfits with the little sparkles and frills made me feel sick, once you take my age into consideration. I sighed, and went up into my room to get ready for school. The first day of school, actually. First day in middle school and I was not that afraid. I had this weird feeling, though, that I was about to find a lot of things out, good, bad, or both? I didn’t know, but something was going to happen. I tried not to think about it, though. I walked into my closet, wondering what to wear. I decided to wear my new pink skirt with my red shirt. Red flip flops to close it out. I put them on, and looked in the mirror. Long, brown hair down maybe 4 inches past my shoulders, tan, but average height. I grabbed my backpack, looked at it, and regretted ever agreeing to baby chicks. I sighed, and walked downstairs.
I ate a quick granola bar, and went to the door. “MA! I GOTTA GO!” She came running down the stairs, camera in hand. I groaned. “Mom, I am just going to school, not the prom”, I said with a sigh. It didn’t change anything. “Aw but sweetie, it’s your first to middle school. Your grandmother did the same. As a matter of fact, let me go see if she is awake.” She ran off next door. My grandma lives in the apartment in our house. She came back holding my grandmothers hand to help her walk. “Hi grandma”, I said. “Did you really do this to mom?” I groaned again. “Yes, I did, because one day you are going to look back on this as an experience”, she said. I posed, sticking out my tong, in front of the door. My mother put her hands to her hips, and sighed. I rolled my eyes and did that cheesy smile my mother apparently loves. She snapped the picture, and I blinked, but not in the picture, I didn’t want that to be an experience. My grandmother started to speak. “I hear your doing ballet”, she said. I decided not to sigh. “Yes. I am”, I said, unenthusiastically. I guess my grandmother caught that. “Now, don’t you think it will be fun?” she asked. I thought about what to say to that. “Sure. Maybe I am just nervous. Never done dance before”, I said. Maybe that was the truth. Maybe it wasn’t. I couldn’t tell. But nor did I care. I just wanted to get it over with. I hugged and kissed my grandma, and mom, and was out the door.
It was the evening, and I did find things out. Middle school is nothing like elementary school. Nothing. It’s like a new planet in there. And of course, my ex-best friend Amica was there to rub in my face how her dad buys her everything, and how I don’t have a dad. That was my last straw. I was about to pounce her, but I though. One: I am better then her. Two: she isn’t even worth it. I spared her. She should thank me…I though. I saved her humiliation. My friend said I would never have taken her down. She was probably right, but I can dream, can’t I? I told my mother, and she said just to ignore it. I told my friend, and this is what our conversation was on the computer.
Jesse says: Hey Leila.
Leila Says: Hi. Remember Amica?
Jesse says: Oh that really annoying girl?
Leila says: Ha, yes. I guess you could remember her that way. What should I do about her?
Jesse says: Well, if you were in the road, and a truck was coming what would you do? Avoid it. She is the truck in your life. Ha ha.
Leila says: Thanks Jess. You will always give me the weirdest advice, but, hey, it helps. Bye.
Jesse says: Bye Leila.
Jesse has signed off.
Leila has signed off.
So as you can see, she’s a bit odd with giving advice. But when you think about it, you get it. I guess I just have to avoid her.
Tonight at dinner, Mom, as I expected, started the conversation. “So… How was your first day of middle school?” she asked more excitedly then I answered. “Good. I have a few classes with Jess. And lunch together. So I am pretty happy.” I fiddled with my fork, and actually decided to eat. I wasn’t hungry, though, but I didn’t want mom to go into her ‘You can tell me anything’ lecture.
[SIZE=21pt] WHAT DO YA THINK?? ^^[/SIZE]
I Hope I made You Proud
“But mom-“, I tried to say, But what mom says, goes. “No buts Leila. You are doing ballet like your grandmother did. It’s such a beautiful dance. I know you’ll love it. And you will make your grandmother so proud. Doesn’t it feel exciting to be doing something new?!” Too you it does…I thought quietly. I nodded, just to make her happy. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll make a new friend”, she said to me. I considered it for a minute, but I doubted it. Thinking about wearing those little fairy-princess outfits with the little sparkles and frills made me feel sick, once you take my age into consideration. I sighed, and went up into my room to get ready for school. The first day of school, actually. First day in middle school and I was not that afraid. I had this weird feeling, though, that I was about to find a lot of things out, good, bad, or both? I didn’t know, but something was going to happen. I tried not to think about it, though. I walked into my closet, wondering what to wear. I decided to wear my new pink skirt with my red shirt. Red flip flops to close it out. I put them on, and looked in the mirror. Long, brown hair down maybe 4 inches past my shoulders, tan, but average height. I grabbed my backpack, looked at it, and regretted ever agreeing to baby chicks. I sighed, and walked downstairs.
I ate a quick granola bar, and went to the door. “MA! I GOTTA GO!” She came running down the stairs, camera in hand. I groaned. “Mom, I am just going to school, not the prom”, I said with a sigh. It didn’t change anything. “Aw but sweetie, it’s your first to middle school. Your grandmother did the same. As a matter of fact, let me go see if she is awake.” She ran off next door. My grandma lives in the apartment in our house. She came back holding my grandmothers hand to help her walk. “Hi grandma”, I said. “Did you really do this to mom?” I groaned again. “Yes, I did, because one day you are going to look back on this as an experience”, she said. I posed, sticking out my tong, in front of the door. My mother put her hands to her hips, and sighed. I rolled my eyes and did that cheesy smile my mother apparently loves. She snapped the picture, and I blinked, but not in the picture, I didn’t want that to be an experience. My grandmother started to speak. “I hear your doing ballet”, she said. I decided not to sigh. “Yes. I am”, I said, unenthusiastically. I guess my grandmother caught that. “Now, don’t you think it will be fun?” she asked. I thought about what to say to that. “Sure. Maybe I am just nervous. Never done dance before”, I said. Maybe that was the truth. Maybe it wasn’t. I couldn’t tell. But nor did I care. I just wanted to get it over with. I hugged and kissed my grandma, and mom, and was out the door.
It was the evening, and I did find things out. Middle school is nothing like elementary school. Nothing. It’s like a new planet in there. And of course, my ex-best friend Amica was there to rub in my face how her dad buys her everything, and how I don’t have a dad. That was my last straw. I was about to pounce her, but I though. One: I am better then her. Two: she isn’t even worth it. I spared her. She should thank me…I though. I saved her humiliation. My friend said I would never have taken her down. She was probably right, but I can dream, can’t I? I told my mother, and she said just to ignore it. I told my friend, and this is what our conversation was on the computer.
Jesse says: Hey Leila.
Leila Says: Hi. Remember Amica?
Jesse says: Oh that really annoying girl?
Leila says: Ha, yes. I guess you could remember her that way. What should I do about her?
Jesse says: Well, if you were in the road, and a truck was coming what would you do? Avoid it. She is the truck in your life. Ha ha.
Leila says: Thanks Jess. You will always give me the weirdest advice, but, hey, it helps. Bye.
Jesse says: Bye Leila.
Jesse has signed off.
Leila has signed off.
So as you can see, she’s a bit odd with giving advice. But when you think about it, you get it. I guess I just have to avoid her.
Tonight at dinner, Mom, as I expected, started the conversation. “So… How was your first day of middle school?” she asked more excitedly then I answered. “Good. I have a few classes with Jess. And lunch together. So I am pretty happy.” I fiddled with my fork, and actually decided to eat. I wasn’t hungry, though, but I didn’t want mom to go into her ‘You can tell me anything’ lecture.
[SIZE=21pt] WHAT DO YA THINK?? ^^[/SIZE]
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