Post by J-Bear! on Sept 19, 2007 21:54:39 GMT -5
Reba's read this in a different form with a different name for the girl. And I decided it wasn't going to be autobiographical. This is the first page. Tell me what you think, please? 
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I woke up at 6:37 a.m. on Thursday morning and sighed. Why did my little sister and brother have to run around the house at this hour shouting, "Gaara! Gaara!" when they knew I was trying to sleep?
"Time to get ready for school, I guess," I mumbled to myself with another sigh. I raised myself slowly from the lumpy mattress, careful not to hit the ceiling. After that, I threw the blankets and sheets off of myself and lowered myself to the ground, cautiously, of course, so as not to hit my sister's part of the bunk-bed and bruise my feet.
Once I was on the ground, I walked carefully across the floor, trying not to tread on my sister Jennifer's clothes. I opened the bottom drawer of my blue dresser with the moon and stars on it, which was my pants drawer, and tried to decide what to wear to school that day. I decided on a pair of frayed capris with the bottoms rolled up. After that, I opened my penultimate drawer which held my short-sleeved shirts and tank-tops, to choose an undershirt. Eventually, after mulling it over for a while, I chose a plain blue one with a bit of lace around the edges that seemed a little girly for me, but I decided to wear it anyways. I pulled off my baggy Animaniacs t-shirt and boy shorts and threw on my choice of clothes. I walked out the door, pulling it open by the hole where the doorknob should be, almost accidently ripping off the poster of Orlando Bloom my friend Rachel had given me for my birthday on my way out.
I sleepily walked over to the kitchen counter, rubbing my left eye as I stumbled over a piece of crumpled-up paper on the ground. The kitchen counter was where my family placed the school shirts for the kids to find so we didn't mess up our drawers searching for them. Our family also didn't have enough drawer space for the school shirts. I chose a dark blue Fox Creek Junior High shirt and proceeded to my room, thankfully not running into anything else on the way. Once I was in my room, I pulled the t-shirt over my undershirt and pulled the undershirt down so it would show beneath my school shirt. I went to the bathroom to study the effect, and found I was quite pleased with the results. I claimed I did not like labels, yet I felt it was a semi-accurate way to describe a group of people, at least at my school. I happened to be in a group labeled 'freaks' or 'losers' which happened to hate the 'preps' but even though I didn't like 'preps' didn't mean I didn't know what the trends were at my school, although I didn't normally follow them.
Once I found I liked the results, I returned to my bedroom and looked at my clock. It read 6:58 a.m. I blinked tiredly at the clock, mentally scolding myself for not taking longer. I just wanted the day to be over. Soon afterwards, as the clock changed to 6:59 a.m., I decided I was bored just sitting there, staring at the crates that my family used as bookshelves, and left my untidy room.
I stood in the hallway, confused. Why had I left my room again? Oh yes, to get some breakfast cereal. I grabbed the rolling stool, pushed it over to the refrigerator, and climbed on it. I opened the cabinet, ears instinctively blocking the ominous creak that erupted when I opened the cabinet, and scrutinized the contents. There was some liquor, for my mom and her boyfriend, Dennis, of course, Lucky Charms, Cocoa Puffs, and Trix. I debated between Lucky Charms and Cocoa Puffs for a while, then finally settled for Cocoa Puffs. Before stepping down from the stool, however, I peered over the blue sofa to look at the clock. It read 7:02.
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I woke up at 6:37 a.m. on Thursday morning and sighed. Why did my little sister and brother have to run around the house at this hour shouting, "Gaara! Gaara!" when they knew I was trying to sleep?
"Time to get ready for school, I guess," I mumbled to myself with another sigh. I raised myself slowly from the lumpy mattress, careful not to hit the ceiling. After that, I threw the blankets and sheets off of myself and lowered myself to the ground, cautiously, of course, so as not to hit my sister's part of the bunk-bed and bruise my feet.
Once I was on the ground, I walked carefully across the floor, trying not to tread on my sister Jennifer's clothes. I opened the bottom drawer of my blue dresser with the moon and stars on it, which was my pants drawer, and tried to decide what to wear to school that day. I decided on a pair of frayed capris with the bottoms rolled up. After that, I opened my penultimate drawer which held my short-sleeved shirts and tank-tops, to choose an undershirt. Eventually, after mulling it over for a while, I chose a plain blue one with a bit of lace around the edges that seemed a little girly for me, but I decided to wear it anyways. I pulled off my baggy Animaniacs t-shirt and boy shorts and threw on my choice of clothes. I walked out the door, pulling it open by the hole where the doorknob should be, almost accidently ripping off the poster of Orlando Bloom my friend Rachel had given me for my birthday on my way out.
I sleepily walked over to the kitchen counter, rubbing my left eye as I stumbled over a piece of crumpled-up paper on the ground. The kitchen counter was where my family placed the school shirts for the kids to find so we didn't mess up our drawers searching for them. Our family also didn't have enough drawer space for the school shirts. I chose a dark blue Fox Creek Junior High shirt and proceeded to my room, thankfully not running into anything else on the way. Once I was in my room, I pulled the t-shirt over my undershirt and pulled the undershirt down so it would show beneath my school shirt. I went to the bathroom to study the effect, and found I was quite pleased with the results. I claimed I did not like labels, yet I felt it was a semi-accurate way to describe a group of people, at least at my school. I happened to be in a group labeled 'freaks' or 'losers' which happened to hate the 'preps' but even though I didn't like 'preps' didn't mean I didn't know what the trends were at my school, although I didn't normally follow them.
Once I found I liked the results, I returned to my bedroom and looked at my clock. It read 6:58 a.m. I blinked tiredly at the clock, mentally scolding myself for not taking longer. I just wanted the day to be over. Soon afterwards, as the clock changed to 6:59 a.m., I decided I was bored just sitting there, staring at the crates that my family used as bookshelves, and left my untidy room.
I stood in the hallway, confused. Why had I left my room again? Oh yes, to get some breakfast cereal. I grabbed the rolling stool, pushed it over to the refrigerator, and climbed on it. I opened the cabinet, ears instinctively blocking the ominous creak that erupted when I opened the cabinet, and scrutinized the contents. There was some liquor, for my mom and her boyfriend, Dennis, of course, Lucky Charms, Cocoa Puffs, and Trix. I debated between Lucky Charms and Cocoa Puffs for a while, then finally settled for Cocoa Puffs. Before stepping down from the stool, however, I peered over the blue sofa to look at the clock. It read 7:02.
