Yesterday was fluke. Of course it was. The wonderful, praised first day of school was totally out of my control. Something I didn't quite wrap
my brain around.
The second day, however, will hopefully go a lot smoother. My official first time on my bus as an 8th grader.
Walking down to the bus with a light jacket, I felt confident. An emotion I hadn't gotten in a while, from not seeing any of my close friends over 2 months.
I had no electronics so I was forced to be idle at the the end of my driveway. Something I took advantage of. It was absolutely beautiful. Not as nice as the morning fall weather, but shades of green covered the surrounding forest like a blanket. A nice warm blanket.
Each tree had its own unique leaves. You could only see each individual one this time of year. I looked up, the trees were towering over me. Making me feel a little more isolated than I would have wished.
I lived right on the edge of a small village called Swallm. It was quite, alone and frightening. Things I loved, and things I hated. I adapted to the isolated conditions. Not living near any of my 8th grade friends, I was going to have to. I adjusted to things quickly, a strong point with all of my characteristics. However, I didn't always liked change. I'd prefer for things to stay a routine. One weakness out of my many.
Screeeech. Click. Pow.
My bus was here. The lights were pricing my eyes. I would have to deal.
I crossed the dry morning street.
Another school say awaited me.
YOU ARE READING
Morning Mist
Short StoryEach chapter, only talking place in the morning before school, usually starting with the main character Darla, walking down her long driveway, will make you change the way you think, and learn the ways of the unique mind of a young teen.
