Soft morning light creeped into a window, illuminating the ground before a bed.
I blinked open my eyes and slowly, gracefully, sat up. My red-brown hair was bed-raggled and the red comforter was wrapped around my legs, as usual. When I got out of bed, I immediately trudged over to the bathroom.
For those of you who don't know me, I'm Audrey Gunn, but you can call me Audrey. I'm a sixteen-year-old and going to a Chicago high school, and this is my every day life.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and walked into the bathroom, which was down the hallway, then flipped on the light. It pierced my eyes for just a second, but then they started to adjust. I slammed the door behind me, then started to strip down.
A knock at the door made my heart jump. "Audrey, sweetie? Are you in there?"
"Yeah! Don't come in, I'm taking a shower."
"Oh! Okay. I just wanted to tell you that it's seven o' five, and the bus comes in twenty-five minutes. Breakfast is on the table."
I mumbled an 'okay' and stepped into the small, glass-surrounded square of a shower. The switch flipped on with a flick of my index finger and cold water engulfed me. I jumped in surprise. I must have forgotten! My finger flicked the nozzle to the left so the water could get warm.
Five minutes later, I stepped out of the shower with my red-brown hair drenched and dripping. I quickly blow-dried it, with it being so thin it only takes about two minutes. Then I slipped on a black tank-top that only went just below my breasts and dark blue jean shorts. My jacket was made with sleek leather and had long sleeves to it. For a finishing touch, I pulled my hair into a loose bun and surveyed myself in the mirror. I looked pretty good.
"You done in there?" I heard my mom call from the kitchen, just underneath me.
"Yeah!" I yelled back. I quickly exited the bathroom and ran down the silvery spiral stairs.
Once I reached the kitchen, I saw my mom sitting in front of the small bar table with her cup of coffee. "Hey, where's your newspaper?" I asked her.
"Oh, I didn't get it this morning. I don't know why."
I just shrugged and sat down beside her. In front of me was a short stack of chocolate chip pancakes drizzled with warm maple syrup, and to top it off, a cool glass of orange juice. "Mmm," I sighed silently to myself.
Suddenly, I heard a bus's horn blast through my eardrums. I gasped. I didn't even get to eat my breakfast. I hurriedly ate half my pancakes and gulped down most of the juice. I flung my backpack over my shoulder and ran towards the front door. "Bye mom!"
"Bye honey!" I heard her faint call back, but I was too busy trying to slip on my knee-high boots.
Once that was done (I only had them half-way on. I didn't even zip them up.), I hurled open the door. To my horror, I saw the bus was already starting to pull away. "Wait!" I flung my body after the big yellow vehicle.
Just then, I heard a screeching noise, and the bus skidded to a halt. The doors opened, and a big lady sitting in the driver's seat leaned toward me.
"Just what do you think you're doing kid?" The lady screeched in a low tone.
I frowned. "Trying to catch up to your stupid bus." I heard some kids in the back 'oo'ing. Yeah, that's right. I just smarted off to a new bus driver. I raised an eyebrow. "And what's your name?"
"Call me Mrs. Fisk. From now on, you're not getting on my 'stupid bus'." She made quotations with her fingers. Then she smirked and drove off with a busload of impressed teens.
I rolled my green-brown eyes. Classic. Almost every day I had to walk when I smarted off to new school bus drivers. I was actually known for it, in a good way though.
I dusted my hands and looked forward. The busy streets of downtown Chicago were starting to crowd with the typical morning traffic, but the sidewalks were already almost filled with the early mass.
Now to start my two mile walk...
Thirty minutes later, I arrived at school, a bit early actually. It was 7:50, and I had ten minutes instead of the usual three to get my stuff out of my locker, put my things away, etc.
Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I whipped around to face my two best friends, Aria and Kimberly. "Hey girls."
"Sup," Aria smirked and popped an earbud into her ear.
Kimberly smiled at me. "Hey."
I slammed my locker shut and clutched my books against my chest.
"You know we're going on a field trip today, remember?" Kimberly frowned at my books.
"Oh, yeah, right," I blushed and quickly put my things away, leaving only my phone clutched in my hand. I hastily stuffed it into my pocket.
"Oh!" Aria was looking down at her phone. "Did you hear that Jon and Ree are bf/gf?"
"What?!" Kimberly looked down at Aria's phone, her long silvery ear piercings clattering together with her dirty blonde hair.
I rolled my eyes. They could be such girly-girls at some times.
"Well, we'd better get to class, right?" I suggested and started in that direction. When I looked behind myself, the girls were nowhere to be seen.
I shrugged to myself. They must've got caught up with someone. I entered the classroom right when the bell rang. I sat down in a seat in the middle right when the teacher closed the door.
"As you all know..." Ms. Fields's voice rang out over the students. "We are going on a field trip today!"
Some of the kids groaned and some fist-pumped the air.
"Where are we going?" A girl, whose name was Beatrice, behind me asked. I agreed along with her. They never told us, not even on the permission slip.
The teacher smiled as her light brown curls bobbed. "We are going to the museum."
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