It was in late Spring, time for me to go to school. As I carefully walked down the age-weathered stairs, it was a balancing act between the rickety steps and my black, leather pumps. The stairs won, and down I went, hitting my head on the wrought-iron Banister
"What a way to start the day," I thought to myself as I rubbed my head. I picked myself up and continued on the 3.5-mile walk to
school. My head was still pounding when I arrived.
I saw my best friend Bonnie, as she came around the corner of the school. We had known each other for ten years, and there wasn't anything we didn't know about each other. "Hey Bonnie," I yelled. She turned around and gave me a huge smile. The rays of the Sun made her blonde hair glow. With a stature of 5'9, she was a real beauty.
The day was uneventful, just a normal day. Bonnie was in three of my classes; Math, Science, and History. She made the day go incredibly fast. We cheated off one another, here and there, praying we wouldn't get caught. No wonder we were straight-A students. We were both highly intelligent.
After school, she came to my three-bedroom-home to study. I liked my ranch home and was proud for everyone to see it. We sit on my bed, skimming through the pages of our History book, trying to remember what we read, for tomorrow's test.
Soon it was time for dinner, so Bonnie went home. We talked later on our Verizon phones.
After taking a shower, I climbed into a nightgown and brushed my teeth. They were pearly white, always being complimented on. I said my prayers, then turned off my blue and white lamp. I went to sleep, hoping I would pass the test tomorrow.
Inspired by me, falling down the stairs on my way to school one day. I hope I am not just rambling on and on. Such a silly write.
