The Day Was Cold, By Don 't

Slowly getting out of bed with no emotion. Rubbed my tiredness eyes after realizing today was the first day in a new school. I heard things about Mary Beck Elementary that were both good and bad. I put on the outfit i layed out the night before on the right side of my antique rocking chair. A dark red t-shirt with a little coral heart on the left side near my chest with the words Por Eterno written in black ink on the inside of the heart. Dark wash relaxed cut jeans and black and white converse that seem as if i walked through a desert with them. Skipped breakfast and waited for bus 107 and as soon as i knew it i was on my way to Mary Beck Elementary.

Shoot! I thought. I didn’t want to wake up Darry, he looked so peaceful. More peaceful than I have seen him in years. He only worked one job now so he could spend more time with Sodapop and I. The judge said that he would take care of some of our expenses so Darry could be home to help me get better. It really worked. My grades in school improved as well as my attitude. I worked really hard on my English grade, I wanted to make my teacher proud. I wrote a story for extra credit about this past year and it began like this: When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home…“It was really scary.” I started. “One of those boys was pushing Johnny’s head into the freezing cold

It all began on a perfect fall day. Prancing home from the bus, watching the leaves dance in the wind as the slight chill on my skin gave me goosebumps. Heading for my home, swinging open the door; My fall day became not-so-perfect anymore. My Dad, sitting in his brown chair. “Hello sweetheart, how was school?”

“Guess what!” said my mom “Levi can come over to tomorrow.” I imagined what it would be like out there. It was up to my waist. Dad did want me to go outside so I guessed I'd please him. Monday morning I woke up and ran downstairs. It was going to be awesome out in the snow. But then dad told me something that ruined my day, I would be shoveling the alley until it was clear.

ready. I always had to count to three to get out of bed I never was able to just jump out of bed. Finally I got up and realized it was a lot colder than when I was under my silky smooth sheets and electric blanket. I quickly ran to the shower and jumped in. It felt so nice and warm I didn't ever want to get out but I knew that I would be late if I didn't. I got out and got dressed quickly to trap in as much heat as I could. I headed downstairs to start making breakfast. I looked in the freezer for some waffles but there weren't any in there. “Crap!” I exclaimed.

I woke up to a loud-wailing scream of sirens. The sirens of the police cars and ambulance always wakes me up in the morning; it’s a tradition. Instead of getting out of bed I just lay there knowing that if I get up I’ll have to face the reality of life. I got up anyway knowing I would have to get up sooner or later. The dark wood floors were freezing. I felt like it was winter and I had just got stuck in the snow. I ran over to my drawers and quickly took out one pair of fluffy socks. I put them on at the same rate I took them out and let out a sigh of relief once I was

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

When i get home from school, Kathleen is out of bed and is feeling better than yesterday. I’m also feeling better now too that i've been able to tell people what happened.

Getting out of mom’s Ford Ranger, I close the door a bit too heavy handed. When it slams forcefully, I cringe as I move toward the house. I am extra tired tonight after pulling double shift at the Inferno Recycling Center. It’s getting old that I always seem to be the one covering Chelsea’s shifts. This is the third time she has called in sick this week. There being virtually no other jobs in town, I have no choice then to suck it up. I was going to College to become a Special Effects Make-Up Artist. Since momma became sick three months ago, the only option I had was to drop out. There is no one else who can care for her except me. My beloved brother Eli died in a motorcycle accident nine years ago. He was twenty at the time. It was my eighth birthday the

Dreading going back to school after winter break had just ended. It was the first day back into third grade and i did not want to go to back school. It seemed like a regular

and my alarm went off. I got out of bed moving at about the speed of a sloth. My body felt like an elderly person instead of a young 15 year old. I splashed cold water on my face to try and get my body moving, but I was just not feeling it. I hadn’t been feeling anything in a while. I can hear my mom screaming from downstairs to hurry up and get going because today was a new day. A new day for me to finally get out of this rut and perform like I knew I could. I grabbed a granola bar and packed my soccer bag for the game. I looked out the window to see a dim sun hiding behind the heavy

It was a gloomy Monday morning. The trees swayed back and forward in the dim, murky sky. I walked over to the bus stop alone with my hair getting swooshed into my face. I walk one foot after the other thinking about all homework to come this week.

I ignored my alarm clock for the umpteenth time and waited until the very last second to get up. I got dressed in my usual jeans and t-shirt and pulled my long brown hair into it’s usual french braid. I glanced at the clock and, as usual, realized I only had three minutes to get to the bus. I darted out of my small house into the warm sunny North Carolina sun, just stopping long enough to grab my usual sesame bagel with cream cheese that my mother laid out for me on the kitchen counter.

I can pinpoint the exact moment where something inside my core broke off into a deep dark pit. School had always been a safe haven for me whenever something in my life to a turn for the worst. It was a place where I could learn and discover new topics since I had a major interest in the unknown. I had amazing friends that I thought I could count on. What made me hate school was when my best friend called me a crude name which will be forever ingrained in my memory. I didn’t have the slightest clue that my name could be rhythmed with anything until that wretched time in the cafeteria in seventh grade. From that day on, my new identity was labelled by the people around me.

On Mondays, students go to school looking like zombies.The teachers are looking extremely irritable. In the classrooms there was no energy. Monday was the worst Monday of the year so far. My Monday went from bad to worse.I’m patiently waiting for my bus to get to my house so I can go get some food and go to sleep. As soon as my bus comes to a halt I start to pat my pants for my key. It wasn't in any of my pockets.All