New school new life. Right?
"Scarlet, get up you don't want to be late for your first day of school.''
"Come on scar you don't want to be later for school do you" my mom was now yelling from down the stairs I could hear her stampeding up the steps, "come on I already have breakfast ready."
"Do I have to go," I moaned from my bed
"Yes," my mom was now dragging me out of bed "come on we just moved here and you already don't want to go to school."
"Mom it's like the middle of the third quarter."
"So I'll be like the buzz of the school and I hate that."
"Stop using the word like and get ready for school."
It's hard when you have to move from the place where you were raised, but when your mom wants a new start and thinks it would be good for the both you, you have to go with it. It's even harder when you have to start in the middle of the third quarter. That's when you're talked about; everyone wants to meet you, and your center of attention. I HATE that an