Another Day In 7TH Grade Chapter 9
My sisters and I had a hard time waiting for Saturday to roll around, but eventually it came. The day my dad would come to visit was finally here. We were so excited. We sat in the living room and talked about old times. Isabel hoped she would get a piggy back ride, while Keyda had a pile of drawings to show him. All of her drawings were of things I couldn't make out, but maybe he could. Sidney was even in a pretty good mood, she only got into two fights with Isabel today. Yup, things were looking up. My mom, on the other hand, had not said a word all day. After she woke up she went into the kitchen and hadn't come out since. I didn't care if she stayed in there all day. I was sure it was her fault my dad was gone. If she didn't drive him crazy than maybe he would still be here. He probably just couldn't take it any more so he left. I don't blame him; sometimes I want to leave too. Maybe if my mom stops blaming him for everything he'll come back home...
"When did he say he wa
Another Day In 7TH Grade Chapter 8
"Puss and Boots get back here!" I called. My cat was spooked by the sound of my neighbors washing their car outside. He ran down the hall towards the front door. I was trying to bring him into the living room to calm him down, but he wasn't making my mission very easy. I was just about to grab him when the door flung open. He dashed out of the house and down the sidewalk.
Keyda was standing outside the door. She had just came home from our grandparent's house. She enjoyed helping them with chores they had trouble doing on their own. She watched Puss and Boots run, but didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry." She apologized as she stood there frozen in panic. "I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay. I'll find him." I reassured. I ran out the door and down the street. I could see him in the distance running down the block. I prayed he wouldn't get hit by a car. This wasn't the first time he managed to get outside, but every time he did escape I worried something bad
Another Day In 7TH Grade Chapter 7
I woke up to hear the birds singing outside. The warm sun shined on my face making me wish I could stay in bed forever. I opened my eyes. I could see two little cardinals sitting on a tree branch right outside my window. It was as if they wanted to wish me a good morning. I liked the chirping sound much more than my alarm clock. My cat, Puss and Boots, was lying on my feet still asleep. I think his main purpose in life was to keep my feet warm, but I was fine with that.
It was Saturday morning with not a thing planned to do. Sounds like my kind of day! No bossy teachers or annoying bells telling you where to go. It was just a nice peaceful weekend.
I could hear my sisters downstairs. It sounded like they were watching Saturday morning cartoons. I hoped they had forgotten about the 'incident' as I called it now. It had been a few days, but the mocking had yet to end.
"Come on Puss and Boots." I called. He woke up and stretched. "Sure, take your sweet time lazy cat." I put on m
Another Day In 7TH Grade Chapter 6
If there is anything you should know about me it's this; I hate math! I hate looking at it, I hate solving the problems, and I really hate learning about it in a 45 minute class, every day, five days a week! I was trying to block my teacher's voice out by thinking of something else. My parents' divorce kept popping into my head. I wondered where it all went wrong. Sure they fought a lot, but don't all parents? Was any of it my fault? I tried not to think about it. I would drive myself crazy if I did. Instead I would think of Alex's bright brown eyes, or his breath-taking smile. Oh he was such a great guy! I wish I knew how he felt about me. I looked over in his direction. He was looking out the window, probably trying to block out the teacher too. I wondered what he was thinking about.
"Sofya." I heard my teacher say. The school was short on teachers so I had the same teacher for math, social studies, and homeroom.
"What?" I asked. I think I jumped up a little when she called
Another Day In 7TH Grade Chapter 5
This year I decided my favorite class was English. I always liked English, but it seemed better now. Maybe it was because I was interested in what we were learning, or maybe it was because Alex sat next to me. Whatever the reason it was a place I wanted to be. Plus, my favorite teacher taught our class. Her name was Mrs. Owlina. She was my study hall teacher last year, so when I read her name on my list of teachers this year, I knew I would love her class. She was so kind and took the time out to listen to her students, rather than just ignore them like Miss Stevens always did. Mrs. Owlina was a tall Greek woman, with long curly black hair neatly put up in a ponytail. She always wore long colorful dresses that went down to her ankles. I found her long dangly earrings lively and bright. She was a little on the heavy side, but for an older women she carried herself well.
For a school project she assigned the class to write a paper on what we thought defined us. I thought the as
Another Day In 7TH Grade Chapter 4
A week of school had already gone by and I was still having trouble with my lock. Even when I could remember the combination it stuck so badly I had to pry the stubborn thing open. My patience was growing thin, and the office refused to give me a new one.
As I tugged at my lock I could hear a loud clicking sound coming closer. I looked up and noticed Lidia running up to me. Her little pink heels clicked loudly as she ran. "Hey Sofya!" She said before she reached me. Darrin walked behind her carrying both of their books and trying his best to keep up.
"Hey." I replied. I pulled my lock once more before it let me win. She put her hand on my shoulder and tried to catch her breath.
"Do you want to hang out at Phillies tonight." She gasped. "Me and Tommy were thinking about going, but probably only would if you came."
"Why is that?"
"Because... Well, don't tell her this, but when it's just me and her I get bored." She confessed. Phillies was an old diner we
Another Day In 7TH Grade Chapter 3
'Beep beep' went my alarm clock. I tried to turn it off, but couldn't find it. My mom must have done her classic 'move alarm clock out of reach' technique to get me out of bed. I sat up and looked around my room. I found the clock on my dresser. Very nice Mom. I walked across my room and turned it off. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the little black mirror hanging on my wall. "Another day of school Whoopee..." I said to my reflection. I grabbed my clothes from my dresser, then drug my feet down the hall to the bathroom. The hardwood floor in the hall was freezing, I was thankful the bathroom was covered with rugs. I jumped in the shower and got ready. My sisters were banging on the door, complaining about me taking too long. I came out and slowly walked down the steps.
I felt like a zombie these last few days. School was definitely taking its toll on me. My mom was sitting at the kitchen table, eating oatmeal and reading the paper.
"Good morning sweetie." She said witho