I was running to school. Hands clenched in fists. When I looked at the kitchen clock it was 7:55. I have 5 minutes to get to school. Wait... my mom set the clock 15 minutes fast. It's really just 7:40. I sigh as I walk slower, unclenching my fists. My mom did that so I wouldn't be late for my big day. The first day of Eighth grade. Now, I know 'eighth' shouldn't be capitalized but it is Eighth grade. Last year of elementary. Yet a year closer to independence. Walk, walk, walk, my new converse with the clouds on them go tap, tap, tap against the pavement. New teachers, new students, and even more homework. I make an audible groan causing people to stare at me. But who cares? That 27 year old man didn't have to wake up an hour early to pick out his clothes. I could tell, an undershirt and a pair of Levi jeans, his blonde hair unbrushed. Yet he looked well-groomed. Push, push, push, against the walk button. Wait, wait, wait, walk. I storm across the crosswalk. Am I skipping to the the entrance. The entrance of school... not the entrance of the mall which I would happily skip to the entrance of. But school... that's a difference. Once I walk in there's no turning back. Well I could turn back making a 7 minute walk, a 14 minute walk by going home. I go in. Shut the door. Slam. Walk in. There's a cold breeze but who could care less. The principal greets me as I rush up the stairs to hear my 'Welcome Back' speech. I stand in front of the auditorium doors. I close my eyes and count to 69 my favorite number. It was time to put away my apprehension and just go out there and me my bubbly seventh grade me. I guess have to give capital 'E' eighth grade a shot.
Well how is it? That's my question of the post really...
That's really good. I like how you show her tension when she's walking.
ReplyDeleteBut I think you could have made the whole "capital E Eighth grade" a bit clearer. Just a recommendation. :)
hmmph, okay, thanks.
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