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I've been talking about starting to write my story in my journal for a while -- I'm not so bold as to post it in a forum -- and today is the day I will start. One note is that I haven't thought up a name for the school yet, so that will just be for later. I'm also trusting that nobody will steal it or anything. It's probably not worth it, anyway. It also doesnt' have a title, so that's another thing for later. Well, here it goes...
Chapter One
Suzan Donovan woke up to the sound of voices outside her door and excitement inside her mind. She immediately sat up and checked the time. 5:35 am read the black digital numbers of her bedside clock. The sun had not yet risen.
It was the first day of school, the date being September 5th (well, it is in Minnesota). Her first day of _th grade (I haven't decided her age, either). Year two at (insert school name here) and she was planning to completely re-write herself. Break away from her former label: the quiet girl. Usually, she didn't mind, but but she learned that it wasn't the best way to get seen...by anybody.
She dressed in the dark, then made her way to the bathroom in the hallway. With a click, the light flashed on. And off again. Suzan sighed and cursed silently. So this was how the day wanted to start itself.
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Try as he might, Ryan (the name's popular enough, and I just thought of it) Smith couldn't see the smallest puff of his breath in the cool morning air as he waited for the bus. The sun was just beggining to rise. He started to tap his foot impatiently on the sidewalk pavement.
That was the closest thing he had to a weakness: his impatience. There was nothing wrong with him, no -- he just wanted to get the most out of life. Finish one thing so we can move onto something else. And doing that wasn't possible when you spent all your time wasting time. Nobody had ever told him that "haste makes waste".
"Finally," he muttered, seeing the signature flashing yellow lights and large shape of a schoolbus. As it approached he got more restless, hopping from one foot to the other.
Once he got on, he pulled off his red cap and ungracefully fell into one of the seats closer to the front. He noticed another person sitting in the middle of the bus, one he recognized from the year before. A girl with long black hair (yes...so what if I based this character on me.) who he had passed in the hallway countless times. At the moment she was too into her music to give him a second glance. As he recalled from that last year, her name was Suzan Donovan.
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Marissa Roberts jumped at the sudden clatter from across the dining room. Looking up, she saw her little sister Maggie leaning down over the edge of her chair.
"I dropped my spoon." Maggie announced, holding the shining silver utensil up for the world to see. Then she set it down on the wooden table and sped to the kitchen. "I must fetch a new spoon now!" she cried.
Marissa shook her head and looked back down at her cereal. A few more Cheerios floated around in the milk, no longer crunchy. The breakfast her mother had insisted on for her first day of school, her being a "growing young girl". Haven't we all heard that one before.
Maggie returned from the kitchen with a bright new spoon and sat at her seat. Her elbows could barely rest on the surface of the table with her face cupped in her hands at the same time, even with her high-chair. She was in kindergarten, or, just about to be.
Marissa and Maggie had similar features: curly highlighted blonde hair, hazel eyes, and freckles over their cheeks and noses. But their height (obviously) and general maturity and attitude were the only big things that differed between their appearence. On the inside, Maggie was like any other 6 year old, happy and innocent. Marissa, contrarily, wasn't as sunshiny as Maggie. She had been a trouble maker at school and didn't like people.
"Marissa! We should probably go out to wait for the bus now." Marissa nodded to herself and stood at the sound of her mothers call.
"Can I come with?" Maggie bounced out of her chair, knocking over her spoon once again, and rushed out of sight before she had the chance to say "no".
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"This seat is cold." Tommy McIntosh said to himself. He set his backpack right next to him, by the window, crossed his arms, and slumped down into the (cold) bench.
"Welcome aboard, mate," the other boy with dark hair who was on the bus said with a bad Australian accent. He was suddenly sitting in the seat in front of Tommy. So, there were four people on the bus at that point: the bus driver, inevitably, was one. Then Tommy and the dark haired boy. And, sitting at the middle of the bus, was a girl.
"Hi," Tommy responded. "You're Ryan, right?" He could remember all the attendance calls and from the year before. Ryan nodded.
"And I have no idea what you're name is," he admitted.
"Tommy." Ryan nodded again. "Do you know who she is??" Tommy pointed to the girl. "She was at (insert school name here) last year, wasn't she?"
"Yeah. Suzan."
The bus started to slow down then, three people standing on the coming corner, standing as if they were in a Cingular commercial. A little girl in a puffy pink coat stood closest to the road, jumping up and down and waving. The girl in the middle didn't even look half as enthusiastic. She could be seen rolling her eyes even from the distance the bus was at. The last and tallest person was most likely the mom.
The red lights started flashing, sign of the opening door.
"(insert school name here)??" The bus driver asked whoever was getting on.
Tommy couldn't see who answered, but the voice was unmistakably female saying "yes". So she began to walk up the bus stairs. Her curled blonde hair could be seen over the first seats when something else caught everybody's attention.
Someone was tearing down the road on the opposite side of the bus door. screaming at the top of his lungs "Wait!! Don't go yet!!" The blonde girl was sitting in the back taking off her black hoodie by the time the boy was crossing the road in front of the bus.
"(insert school name here)," the bus driver yet again asked.
"Why yes, I believe so." and the boy strutted with mock pride down the aisle. Tommy didn't recognize him. Apparently, neither did Ryan, who stuck his foot out in front for the boy to trip on. He stumbled some, but then balanced himself and walked on as if nothing had happened. Laughter filled the bus -- yet all of it was coming from Ryan's lips. Tommy just managed to stifle the giggle rising up in his throat, his efforts turning out to be more of a snort. His eyes then followed the boy who boldly sat in the seat in front of the blonde girl at the back of the bus.
The door closed and the bus lights stopped flashing. The bus was about to start back up when, for the second time, the new boy called more attention to himself.
"Wait!" he jumped to his feet, his brown hair bouncing over his equally brown eyes. He shot up to the front, stopping the bus.
"My little sister was right behind me, then I was the bus and started running...can you wait for her?"
Through the rearview mirrow, Tommy saw the bus driver sigh exasperatedly and nod. So the bus stopped again, and the flashing lights went back on. They waited for just a little while longer, the boy straining his eyes to see out the window down the street, before the yellow flashing lights turned red.
"Hey, Devin, thanks for waiting for me," said a younger girl, Devin's little sister, when she passed him. Her arms were crossed stubbornly and her face fixed on being sour. She sat in the first seat.
"Are you done holding off the bus now??" the bus driver demanded with a distinctly annoyed tone.
"Yeah...sure." Devin walked back to his seat. The bus driver didn't even wait for him to sit.
"Mmmhhmmm..." Ryan turned back to Tommy, Devin's spotlight fading "And the girl in the back's Marissa." Tommy nodded without really listening and tugged a thick book out of his backpack, in a very "whatever" sort of fashion.
"What'cha readin?" Ryan asked. Tommy was slightly annoyed, but not enough to ignore Ryan. Plus, that would be rude. Tommy was raised where being rude was unnacceptable, with his 2 very strict parents and the occasional grandparent on holidays. Every one of them believed that he should respect them, and that's what he did. That's what he learned to believe. It came in handy, too. Sometimes being called a "kiss-up" or "teachers pet" wasn't the most fun thing, but nobody suspected him when the cookies were stolen.
"Lord of the Rings," he answered casually, and looked down into the book.
Thanks to Tygercat2 for commenting...so far. Be back later. whee
 AquilaTheEagle161 · Mon Oct 23, 2006 @ 11:24pm · 7 Comments |
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