Worlds Of Foot Pain Short Story

It was a regular day, but something felt different. I woke up brushed my teeth, washed my face, and ate some Captain Crunch Cereal, the best in the world. My mom walks in the kitchen and cries out “Jay you’re going to be late, get your things you need, so when the bus arrives you can run out the door”. I’m young

It was a beautiful summer day.The sweet smell of sunflowers blooming through our backyard was similar to the smell of honey. There were so many different types of birds and insects flying around me that I never even knew existed. With water balloons flying around my sister and I, we heard a holler from my mom, “Let’s go, we need to go to Costco!” at the sound of my mom’s voice mentioning Costco my sister and I dropped our water balloons, cleaned the mess as fast as we could. We ran inside, as fast as a race car driver, gulping down the glass of milk my mom neatly placed on the table. With white mustaches we stood next my mom’s silver toyota camry, ready to go. As my mom finished the last of the dishes, we strapped on our seat belts over the booster seat and went to our favorite store.

It was earlier that morning I got up and got ready to go to my soccer game. There was some very crispy bacon waiting for me which I ate without hesitation. And some eggs which were a little to bland in my opinion. I was running late so I needed to hurry up. I took a short hot shower, then hurry and got dressed. I was almost ready when I heard the surprisingly loud car horn and my mom yelled “ Hurry up we are gonna be late.”

Every morning, my mom’s alarm clock rang promptly at 4:40 AM. The church we were residing in at the time, was too far from all of our schools, which meant an earlier wake up time. My mom and my two younger siblings would slump out of our tiny blue beds and manage to muster a sleepy walk to our blue storage crates that we kept our possessions in. We would go into the public bathroom that we had to share with three other families to get dressed and cleaned up for the day.

A loud blaring cut through my sleep. Alarm...Ugh. Reaching over, I felt for the button and repeatedly pressed snooze until it reached 30 minutes. Today is monday. It was October. I craned my head to look at the calendar on the back of my door. Groaning I fell off the bed and landed on my knees. “Owww...Geez.” I flattened my wavy green hair and tried to look at the calendar again. Glasses..Where.. I scratched my arm and reached under the thing I called a bed, then felt around until, Boom! Glasses! Smiling to myself, I adjusted them onto my face and tried the calendar once more.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP" My alarm goes off and I jump out of bed to turn off the terrible noise. I looked at the time. 6:45 am. I should have woken up 45 minutes ago! I run down stairs and pour some cereal and eat it without milk. I run back upstairs into the bathroom and wash my face, brushing quickly through my hair, and back into my room and change into new clothes I had laid out the night before, pale jeans with a few rips and a frayed seam at the ankle, and a white T-shirt. I grab my favorite cat pillow I slept on, and shove it into my bag with everything else. I grab my purse and unplug my phone and put it in my purse. I go downstairs and grab a granola bar and put it in my purse too. I run upstairs again and bang on my mom's door. "Mom! Wake

“Beep beep beep” was the sound of my alarm going off. It was the first day of school and I was beyond nervous. I had gone through many other first day of schools, but the first day of middle school was different. I was afraid of going to middle school. I did not know if the teachers would be mean, or the seventh and eighth graders would be scary, or if I was going to fit in. I still can remember the first day of school vividly. I got up and got dressed in the new outfit I had laid out the night before. I ate breakfast and went through the rest of the getting ready process. My mom drove me and my best friend and next door neighbor, Belle to the bus stop. Belle was one year older than me, so she was a seventh grader and the first day

On June 4th my life changed forever. My alarm went off at 6:30 normally it goes off at 8:30. Heart racing, I’m shaking; I hop out the bed and run into my parents room. “Mom, mom wake up do you know what day it is “I said. “ Ugh Bina it’s too

“BEEEEP BEEEP BEEEEEEEEEP” That’s the first sound I heard after my peaceful sleep. I always hated my alarm; it would scare me so much I would jump awake and fall off my bed. I would stay awake though because i was so excited to get to school. I was in the biggest hurry, I never wanted to be late. Mom would always let me dress myself because she wanted me to “express my individuality;” sometimes I was so excited to get to school I would either put it on backwards or inside out. I would get so mad when she would try to fix it because I didn’t wanna get to school late. My mom always made me eat breakfast too. I hated that, I was never hungry when I woke up. One time i tried to fool my mom and I told her that I ate breakfast before she woke up. That didn’t go over to well. She put soap in my mouth and said that was my breakfast for the next week. I loved school. I loved learning, I loved seeing my friends and I loved making connections with my teachers that are unforgettable.

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Just as normal, I started my day off in a mundane fashion. I woke up via alarm clock, of course after a couple of presses of the snooze button, and I got up. I wasn’t what some would call a “morning person,” but I needed a fair amount of primping before I could go to school looking presentable, so I begrudgingly woke up at 6:30 a.m. to put on my face, do my hair, and pick out a worthy outfit. To top it off, I took a swig of whiskey and stuffed the bottle into my bag, at the bottom where no one would see it. “I love you, Mom! Love you, Dad!” I shouted, because sometimes, though rare, they would slip into the house during the night. They were never there, but when I was younger, I made it a habit to say goodbye just in case. I was trying to stop

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I woke up on my soft comfy bed tried as usual. Thinking it was a school day, I went to brush my teeth and got ready, but as I entered the kitchen I caught a glimpse of the time. “7:30! I overslept again!” I thought to myself. Though, I must've made a lot of noise because my mom came out of her room mad as ever.

Mom stood at the stove with a spatula in her right hand. “Hey Sweetie, how did you sleep last night?”. Mom constantly hovered over me, always concerned.

I lie in bed procrastinating and contemplating about anything and everything. Why do I live so far from school? I should’ve gone to sleep earlier! Ugh! I hate Mondays. My thoughts accelerate beyond as the loud uproarious sound of my alarm rings once again, indicating it is now 5:30 am.