Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Hi, my name is Abby. I have Honey blonde hair always in a bun, I wear glasses, and I can be a tad bit pushy at times. Today is a school day. "Come on mom! We are going to miss my bus if we dont go!" I tell as my mom rushes down the stairs. "Coming!" She replies. We go straight out the door and on into the car. "You know I can just walk to the bus stop right? It's right there." I say while pointing up the street. My mom nodded and made her worried mom expression. She parked into the middle of the road and I got out. I walked to my big us and waved goodbye to my mom. Another day of middle school. I sit on the bus and play some music when a 300 pd or something set of twins sit next to me. My face squished up against the window. I noticed from the glare they were Asian. I wonder if they knew Korean since I was studying it. "Annoughaseo!" I say and wave. The boy just waved and said hi. I felt embarrassed to speak Korean to an English Asian boy. The bus came to a stop and we were at the bus compound. As, so on as the doors opened, kids exploded out of the bus door. I jogged to my bus. I am always there last because my bus is on the other side, so I  came last. And had to sit with this annoying mixed girl with red hair named DD. "Omg! Why are you sitting next to me again? Let me text my friend. Ew, your drawing makes me wants to puke potatoes which is weird because I throw up rrainbows!" Ugh, those are the crappy questions I get every Monday. 20 minutes later i got off the bus and headed into Pikenares middle. An all girls school. When I walked in I seen Melanie. She has Long Black curly hair. We walk up the stairs to our lockers. We have all the same classes together. We turned the corner to Mrs. Qurviski. She is a Nice young teacher that always wears flowy skirts and cute blouses. She was wearing a white and yellow top and a pink flowy skirt. We grabbed a warm up and headed to our seats. I adjusted the way my ponytail was, but it kept collapsing. Ugh! I hate these. I just let it down for once. I could hear whispers. Melanie snapped at me. I looked over her way, "I have never seen your hair down!" Our teacher quietly shushed us. As the bell rang we left. I scurried to the bathroom. I put my elastic in. Come on! Is all I could think. I watched in fear as the elastic was down to its last string. "I think that's enough! Itll break." Worried Melanie. She started laughing as my face started to frown. "Just a little more!" My elastic broke. The tardy bell rang. I hurried and threw my bag on the floor. I dropped on my knees while Melanie watched in confusion. I began to shuffle through my bag to get my emergency brush. Not my chapstick. Not my band aids. Ah! My hairbrush. I started to tear up and brush my hair through. Ready. I nodded. We walked off to class in the empty halls. "Hey!" We turned to see Principal Eppam. She was holding a slip. Yellow. Italics. 3 lined. REFERRALS!