I bet the school was thinking that maybe these 5th grade students would like a glop of mystery stew after 3 and a half hours of learning was a good idea. But oh boy it was not. I might as well plop down next to my so-called two friends, Sam and Jess. "Where's your lunch?" says Jess and I give her a shrug. "Didn't feel like it today" I say along with another shrug. How does anybody on the face of Earth have time to set up a neatly packed lunchbox without being late to school. Wake up at 4 in the morning? I don't think so. So for the rest of the 30 minute lunch period, I just look around at the boring walls with the posters of 'eating healthy' that nobody ever would follow and just get they're typical poptarts and ramen and chips and you name it. As well as drawing on the stained tables with my finger. Drawing hearts and messages that I know no one will see. Messages that say "help me" in all lowercase letters with wobbly thin handwriting. After what seems like an hour of watching my friends eat their lunches that they definatly would not lend to me, the bell rings and we head to science class. I don't understand how calculating the formula of density will help us in life unless the science teacher expects us to be veterinarians when we grow up. I probably will be a pebble tamer 'cause there's not much from me that people want anyway. I'll get paid 5 cents an hour for bathing the pebbles. I somehow make it to the end of school and I rush to my locker but slow down of the stairs that block my way. Why is it so difficult to go up those stairs? There just like any other staircases I've ever seen. It feels like my feet are cement blocks when I go up them. I've been living with my aunt and uncle lately since my dad has to go to work somewhere and my mom is going to some university or whatever. Nobody ever tells me anything. I was stuck in their house whether I liked it or not. I guess it was fine. Not having to deal with getting yelled at by an older sister for something she has nothing to do with to my dad taking me the pet shop to look at our future snakes we were going to raise was fine for me. "Ay there tangerine!" Aunt Clem chirps from the kitchen. "Or should I say, sagearine.". She gives me a wink and a little shake while she holds the door for mitten to come in. "hey" I say dragging my duffel bag into the room. "Sam and Jess are coming any minute now. I just made blueberry pie!" "Sam and Jess are coming over?" I say within surprise. I told you nobody tells me anything. Not even the littlest thing. "Yup they sure are, they said they're bringing pony coloring books. Somehow I never imagined you liking coloring much. My sister Beth is not good at giving gifts ay. You aint' got one coloring book! Oh but there was this one time.." She keeps blabbering more and more and I didn't listen. Pony coloring books. Maybe they forgot I was in the 5th grade with them. Besides I don't even think Sam and Jess like blueberry pie. After Clem was done chatting, I trudge to the garden to find mitten and there he was sleeping in the yard. Mitten was one of the 3 cats my aunt has along with 2 other dogs that were in the shed. Then I totally forgot about the messy room I have. But it's too late now. I hear familiar voices near the doorstep. Sam and Jess are here. Hopefully they forgot about the pony coloring books.
