Back From The Sixth Grade days (first chapter)

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✰ Back In the morning ✰  

Another summer is done. Another morning of summer fades into school. But I know, it would cycle back around for me.

Mom calls me down “Willow, breakfast is ready”. All thoughts are interrupted. I want to say “I’m coming”, but my mouth feels tight to open. I open my closet and find my clothes all messed up. I hide all the toys from Isabell (my sister). The only place she’ll never go near is my closet—my grandma accidentally left her dentures in there once because she forgot to wear her glasses. That morning, Isabell found a very interesting surprise in my closet.

Back to me, it’s the first day of sixth grade. I don’t know if I’m excited or scared but for sure I’m anxious. I step down the stairs to see my dad yapping about succeeding in life. I act like I’m listening since I’ve heard this a million times just 10 hours ago. Finally he ends, the part I dread him talking about. The comparison, he compares me with another girl, she’s all wrong. Her perfect scores are what I dread. My dad talks about how well she is in everything. I know that would disappoint me so I did a really upsetting, low, gloomy face to my mom. She stepped in and interrupted my dad to stop talking. 

Mom tells me to get Isabell down, I scream very loud “ISABELL, GET DOWN HERE NOW”, it makes my mom mad at me. I know she wants me to go upstairs to get her but I really don’t want to be going back and forth. A minute later Isabell comes in a white collared shirt with a green skirt. It looked like mine except mine was a cream collared shirt with a very light green skirt tightened by a brown belt around. I look back from hers to mine and see my shirt wrinkled. I quickly ran back upstairs and changed into another shirt just like the one I was wearing. 

I come back down, mom hands me a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon as soon as I enter the kitchen. I pour a glass of orange juice and sit next to Isabell on the leather bar chairs near the wide kitchen counter. The sun shines in the house bright. It makes the plants all around the house look pretty. I eat my breakfast slowly enjoying the crispy, tangy, salty, flavor from the eggs. But thoughts break when I hear a ring, it makes me dance. A second later I realize Beatrix or Bea is calling. She tells me she’s waiting outside with the new carpoolers near my front door. I apologise to her and quickly tell her that I’m coming. I use Isabell as my excuse that she lost my id, to make myself not look like I’m late

Snapping out of my mistake on using Isabell I run quick in my slippery socks searching for my brand new light green backpack that the school gave me with my name printed cursive.

The instant I find my bag I take my phone and yell loud “BYE MOM, BYE DAD” from the porch, Mom races downstairs and comes with a bundle of kisses. I tackle away out the door.

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