I woke up to my annoying alarm clock that buzzed every morning at six o’clock. I was definitely not a morning person, just like my mom. My dad on the other hand was a morning person, he had to be. My dad, Matt Hunter, was a police officer. He was a detective and got up every morning at four o’clock and started his day.
My mom on the other hand, slept in like a normal person until about eight or nine to get ready for work. I was their only child so they didn’t have to worry about leaving there fifteen year old daughter at home alone while they were at work all day.
I got out of bed and turned on my light. I was blinded for a minute but my eyes adjusted to the light. My dad was still in the basement lifting weights and my mom was still asleep. I walked over to my closet to find what I was going to wear to school.
It was almost the end of the school year of my freshman year in high school. It was getting warmer so I slipped on a pair of jean shorts and a T-shirt I got from Florida last year. My hair is naturally straight and all I really have to do with it is brush it out, so I did. I made my bed and after examined my room.
My room was fairly clean except the pile of clothes that I hadn’t put away yet. I turned off my light after grabbing my book bag. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I plopped my book bag down next to the kitchen table while I figured what I was going to eat. I always tried to eat something because if not I’m dying of starvation at school when lunch time comes along.
I opened the fridge and looked inside. I sighed because there was nothing to eat. Cereal was my best and well only option. I’m sure there was something else I could eat but nothing sounded good. I poured a bowl of cereal and quietly sat and ate my breakfast. After I was eating my disgusting, unappetizing cereal, I went back upstairs and brushed my teeth. When I came back down my dad was coming up from his workouts downstairs.
“Hey Kelly.” He said acknowledging my presents.
“Hey dad.” I grumbled still not fully awake. I sat down on my couch in the living room and turned on the TV.
“Well I’m going to run. Have a good day at school.” He said giving me a kiss on my forehead.
I watched TV until it was time for me to go outside to my bus stop. For my bus stop, I had to walk all the way down my street to the corner. My dad was no where to be seen. I was thankful that it wasn’t raining like it was yesterday. The May weather was just perfect today. “Only one more month until I can sleep in all the time.” I thought to myself as I walked down the street. I walked on the right side of the street and finally reached the bus stop. I stood there alone until I heard the faint footsteps coming. I turned to see Ethan Samson walking down the sidewalk.
Ethan was the typically jock at my school. He was the football quarterback on varsity as a freshman and even when he wasn’t playing football in the spring, he was still the same popular jock that walked the halls at my high school. He occasionally wore his jersey, probably just to show off. He was the first freshman who was a varsity quarterback in the history of our high school. That’s probably another reason for his popularity. I never went to the football games because all the home games were in the rain and I wasn’t going in the cold and rain to watch some high school football game.
Ethan was the guy that had girls through themselves at him and everyone wanted to be with him or like him. He had the jock look too that made girls crazy. He had light brown hair that was short and spiked. He had sparkling blue eyes that made every girl melt. I had to admit he was cute but I couldn’t see myself being with him. I know I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but he seemed like the selfish player who knew he could have any girl he wanted and didn’t care about the girls who he broke up with.
Even though we have the same bus stop, we never talk, which is fine with me. I was a pretty girl, not trying to be conceded or anything. I could have been one of the popular girls in school, but quickly turned that away. Why would I want to hang out with a bunch of fake, stuck up girls? I had the cliché popular girl look with my long blonde hair and bright, blue eyes. If I could change my appearance, I would. But my mom always wanted me to natural.