It was cold, I was tired. Then I heard the sound that seems to make me mad, every morning. BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm clock, I hated it. I realized it was monday. I had to get up for school. There was no way in heck that I was gonna miss another day. Considering I am well for the first time in days. The last thing I needed was to fail the 8th grade. It only took about five minutes to wake up all the way. I got out of bed grabbed some clothes, not even checking to see if they matched, and walked towards the bathroom. Doing my morning routine I thought about what the day might bring. Hopefully not to much homework, or pop quizes. I never really was prepared for the pop quizes.
I got dressed, looked in the mirror and fixed my hair. Brushed my teeth quickly after looking at the clock. "Dang it I am already running late" I said out loud. I ran downstairs grabbed my backpack, which I packed the night before. I was almost outside till I heard someone coming downstairs. It was my mom. She said "Honey are you leavin?" I mumbled quickly "Yes I am, BYE!" She groaned and said "May I have a kiss goodbye?" "No Mom! I have to get to school" I said. As I turned around I heard fake sniffeling. I shut the door, turned around and ran towards my mom and gave her an awkward quick kiss on the cheek.
I was at school, it was first period. I was walking through the hallway and I heard someone say, "Hey Jeff!" Oh no it was the biggest nerd in school, Jenny Hotkins. Sadly some people called her Jenny Notkins. I didn't like that but I wasn't gonna be her friend. Next thing you know, I would have a meen nickname. I turned around, half smiled and said, "Hey Jen." "I am good! I enjoyed my weekend. Did you?" she said in her high squeeky voice. I replied "Yah it was good, it went by to fast as usual."She looked panicky as she said "Well bi!" I said "see yah."
Classes went by slowly but it was finally lunch. I had my own lunch packed, the usual. A sandwhich and a soda. I ate the same thing for lunch everyday to the point they didn't have any taste anymore. I looked over to my right as I saw Cianna sit down. She is one of my few friends here at school. I said "What did you pack for lunch today? Sandwhich, cold pizza, or soup?" She looked over at me and smiled. "No, I have something different, sushi." I leaned away from her with a funky face, "SUSHI?!" I almost yelled, "That is the grossest food ever!" She laughed quietly to herself and said "No it is actually really good. I would be having the usual, but my mom was experimenting with food recipes. She made sushi for twenty! She told me and my dad that we can't have any other food until we eat all of it." I sat back up straight and said "Oh that stinks, you should come over to my house and we can have popcorn or something."
The bell rang. Lunch was over and I barely ate half my sandwhich and Never opened my soda. I cleaned up my stuff quickly to get out of the lunchroom before everyone else got up. I was in class first. I sat down. I was in Pre-Algebra. It was not to hard I just never enjoyed it. I would give anything to skip that class. I layed low during the rest of the day, not in the mood for participation. That usually wasn't my personality.
I got home, tired, and ready to just plop on the couch and sleep. When I walked in the door my parents were sitting talking quetly all the sudden when they noticed me. I asked "Whats wrong? Who died?!" My mom replied with an annoyed tone "Nobody is dead, just go to your room and put your books away. Come back down when your done." I looked at her ceriously and did as she said. I was back within five minutes. I came down stairs and sat in the recliner, across from my parents. My mom looked at me looking guiltfully. I started to panick. "What is going on?" My dad turned to me and spoke sturnly but very gently at the same time as he said, "Jeffrey we are moving"
The questions started coming out of me without any thought, "Where? When? Will it be permanent? Why? Wait wait wait, HAHA this is funny, this is a cruel joke. Thanks guys, way to scare me!" My mom looked at me and said, "Jeff calm down, this is serious. We had to tell you sooner or later." I looked at her affended as I yelled half crying already, "When did you plan on telling me? How long have you guys known this?" My dad looked like he was getting annoyed by my dramatic response. How could I not be dramatic?! What am I gonna do? I can't just leave Cianna.
