Fiction

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An anxious feeling spread through my body as I carefully brushed my hair. 'This is it,' I thought, 'This is the first day of school.' My medium length, brown, curly hair and hazel eyes stared at me through the mirrior. I wore a blue jumper, with leggins and a long-sleeved shirt underneath.
The fall morning outside looked nice, the sun was barely up, and a few leaves scattered the lawn. Sometimes, a soft wind would blow through and make the leaves dance.
"Stephanie, come down! You won't have time to eat breakfast at this rate!" My mother called from downstairs.
"I'll be right down!" I replied, and left the bathroom. I grabbed my purple backpack, with carefully packed supplies, and quickly descended the stairs. My mother had some peanut butter toast set out on the table, with a glass of millk and the chewy vitamins.
"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you to the bus stop? I really don't mind." Mom said.
"Mom, I am starting 5th grade today. I'll be fine, I promise." I smiled at her. After breakfast, I sat excitidly on the chair, waiting for the timer to go off.
With the first sound of it going off, I was out the door.
"Bye mom! see ya later!" I yelled as I hurried down the street.
The usual 7 kids waited at the corner, in a loose circle. I came up behind a 2nd grader, and she turned and smiled at me.
"Isnl't today just perfect for the first day of school?" She asked.
"Yeah." I replied.
About 5 min later, I saw the front of the bright yellow bus rounding the corner, about 5 houses from the bus stop corner. We all scrambled into line as the breaks squeaked. We borded, and I found the seat ocupied by a short bunette with bright blue eyes.
"Good morning, Sky." I told one of my best friends. She turned and gave me a smile, as was the norm.
"How was your summer, Stephanie?" She asked and fiddled with the edge of her bright red sun dress with a black shawl.
"It was fun, but I missed going to school. How was yours?"
"Good. I can't say I missed school, but it is good to be back, only because i missed my friends."
I nodded, "Yah, and I thought of a new nick name, what do you think of Steph?"
She considered it, "I like it." She smiled.
We talked about our summers until the bus pulled to a halt infront of our school.
I had a silent thought, 'There is going to be caos when we unload.'
Then the doors of the bus opened.

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