Running Away!

My Room!

I wake up to find my room is a mess. It's always messy, but I just cleaned my room. There are my books scattered on the ground, crumpled up papers, dirty clothes, but that's not all. My nail polish bottles opened and were staining the rug, marker was on the wall. Whoever did this, managed to do it all with me sleeping. 

I decide to stay in bed even though I have to get ready for school. But that's when Mom comes into my room to wake me up. I pretend I'm sleeping, but that does nothing to help. "Chloe Giana Sanches! What happened to your room?" mom yells. " I didn't do it, it was probably Sheila!" I say as I get out of bed. "Stop yelling, I'm on the phone!" my dad yells from another room. "You said you cleaned your room yesterday!" my mom yelled again, without paying attention to dad. "I didn't do it!" I cry out. "Come downstairs this instant, young lady!" my mom says, still yelling. "Fine!" I told her. 

I'm Chloe Sanches, you heard my mom. I have golden short hair, blue eyes, and am the tenth tallest person in fifth grade. Anyway, I have a little sister who is always getting me into trouble. ( Which is SUPER annoying! ) I have a big brother, who is really rude, and he thinks he's all tough and smart, which is not true at all. His name is Nick. One time when he was in sixth grade he let some dumb kids beat him up. He's a wimp. I know you think, 'oh that was all the way back in sixth grade, you got to give him another chance!' He's been acting like he was tough starting from the second grade! And I've given him plenty of chances! 

I also have two best friends Emma and Annie. Annie is timid and kind, and Emma can't keep her mouth shut. She gets into a lot of trouble. I also have my FAVORITE aunt, Aunt Laura. I talk to when my life is twisted up.

I go downstairs. My sister is eating her breakfast, and my brother was getting ready for high school. 

Just as I'm walking down the stairs, my dad comes down and is running. "I'm going to pour you some cereal for breakfast, go upstairs and change, your running late." my dad tells me. 

I go upstairs, again to change. I got into my uniform, I did my hair, a slite of makeup, and then went downstairs. My cereal was poured with no milk in it! My dad was too lazy, he just couldn't just pour a little milk. And what is this? Plane cheerios? Dad knows that is my least favorite cereal. I am not trying to be greedy, but man! My dad knows this stuff! So I pour my milk and eat.

I get my backpack ready for school, pack a huge lunch for all the stressful stuff I'm going through.