Taniya's Short Story: First Page

I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was the thought of a new school year? Maybe it was the thought about spending another year all alone? The long lecture I got from my mom this morning about being outgoing and intelligent hadn’t really helped me. I used to be such a bright person but I don’t know what has happened to me. It’s not that I don’t try or anything. I try to do well in school, help my family and be a good person in all but it’s really difficult for me. It’s quite challenging to accept the fact that I used to be a good student once in middle school. Ever since I started high school, my life just took a big turn and for the last 3 years, I’ve hated my life more than anything else in the world. One more year and I’m done with everything. No more pressure in school or from my family. I can go live my life wherever I want. I can do whatever I want; just one more year.

  I woke up to my mom yelling at me to get out of bed and stop being lazy and blah - blah - blah. She annoys me so much sometimes. I mean, it’s Monday morning and she knows that I’m not excited about going back to school after the 3 months summer break. Anyways, I managed to drag myself out of bed and I quickly took a warm shower, brushed my teeth and got ready. I went downstairs to the dining room and surprisingly my breakfast was ready. It was 7:27, which meant I had exactly 13 minutes to have my toast and butter and orange juice. Since my dad was out on another business trip in Miami, my mom had to give me a ride. I could walk but I really couldn’t be bothered. My mom and I left the house at 7:40 and we got to Broker High at 7:55, just in time. School started at exactly 8 and if I was late on the first day, Mr. Foker would most probably kill me. 

 I walked into room F7, my Biology class, and said “Hi” to Mr. Foker. Almost everyone was already there and they were all busy talking about their summer break. The group of so-called popular girls had already started their gossiping about boys. I never understood how someone could be so obsessed with guys on the soccer team. Anyways, I went to the empty seat in the left corner of the room, casually sat down and right when I took my binder out, the second bell rang. Like every year, Mr. Foker asked us about our summer break but most of the people just ignored him. He then started talking about our lesson plans for the rest of the week. After what seemed like 10 minutes, I woke up to the bell ringing. The last thing I could remember was Mr. Foker talking about our lesson plans. If the first class of the first day was this boring, I really had no idea how I was going to survive the rest of the year.