Summer Days - Brittney Thompson (intellectual books to read .TXT) 📗

Chapter 1

It was a Wednesday morning, the last day of school. It was 6:23 and I already did my hair and ate my breakfast. It was quite warm out with a total of 71 degrees so I wanted to wear light clothes… But what exactly did I want to wear? So I asked my mom, Sara to come and help me decide between two outfits.
“Do you like the pink and brown silk shirt with the white skirt and my cowboy boots, or the emerald green shirt with the black skirt and black boots?” I asked my mom, holding both outfits up with a confused look on my face.
“Well... I like them both. But I think you should wear the first one. Didn’t you wear the black boots the first day of school?” She asked raising one eyebrow.
“I did! Thanks mom.”
I threw my clothes on, grabbed my bag and ran down the steps and out the front door. It was 6:42, and I needed to wait by the front porch of Erin and Nichole’s house. So I set my bag down and sat on the bottom step.
“Hey.” I said as I got up before I was trampled.
“Hey!” Nichole jumped off the porch and ran right into me throwing her arms around me like she hasn’t seen me in years.
“Whoa!” I said nearly falling over.
“Hey. Last day of school!” Erin smiled, throwing her hands in the air as she walked down the steps.
“I know. I’m so excited!” I screamed.
“Ok. Let’s go, we don’t want to be late for the bus.” Erin said.
“Yeah. I DO NOT want to have to walk to school on the last day.” Nichole said and started skipping across the street.
“Wait up!” Erin and I yelled in unison. I grabbed my new pink and yellow flowered bag from off the sidewalk and smiled at Erin.
Then Erin and I ran across the street to try and catch up with her. Finally when we did, she was singing some song by Evanescence.
“What do you want to do after school today?” I asked, interrupting her singing.
“I’m not sure. Maybe take a walk…” Erin said all happy like.
“Sounds fun to me.” Nichole said and I nodded in agreement.
The bus turned the corner and pulled to a stop just as we got to the bus stop. I was always the first on the bus because I loved being able to relax before going to a hectic day of school. I always sat against the window with Erin next to me and Nichole on the outside. We also always sat on the 2nd seat from the front on the way to school and the first seat on our way home.
When the bus came to a stop and one by one we all climbed off the bus, I got nervous… Why am I so nervous. I thought. We all walked in the same door and split up and headed to our lockers. Erin and I were in the same grade but Nichole was a year younger. So Erin and I had to go to the fourth floor to get to our lockers, but Nichole only had to go to the second. But because out last names where different we had to go to different hallways.
I got my English and Social Studies books, and my art project and notebook, then left. On my way to first period I realized that summer is gonna be busy as ever! Erin, Nichole and I are going to stay with my grandma and grandpa at Harvey’s Lake for three weeks. Then we are going to visit my Uncle Bobby and Aunt Shelly in Massachusetts for two weeks. Then home for three weeks, and then to their Aunt Lora’s in LeRaysville for the rest of summer. I guess I walked slowly to class because when I got there, the teacher was already taking roll. Thank goodness my last name was near the end because that always gave me extra time if I was late. Mrs. Evans was on L when I walked in and ran to my seat.
Justin, who sits behind me, leaned forward and whispered “Somebody’s a little late for class today…” and leaned back. I just rolled my eyes and waited for my name to be called.
“Beth Trust?” Miss. Evans asked.
“Here!” I answered raising my hand then dropping it on my bag.
“Take out your books, page 675 and some paper, MLA Format. Today we are reading some poems. And then we are writing one by ourselves.” She said, as she wrote everything she was saying on the chalkboard.
I did exactly what she said to do. I read the poems on the page and the following. They were very good poems. One was about summer, and the other about dolphins. What to write about in my poem… I thought. As I looked around the room it came to me. I saw people texting, playing paper football, applying lip-gloss and more. So I decided to write about how everyone in school is different.
“Now, who would like to read there poem? Beth, how about you?” Miss. Evans asked, even though I didn’t raise my hand…
“Ok… Well. My poem goes like so:
As I look around the room, I see different, unique individuals.
Some may be attached to others at the hip, but others are spread farther apart.
There are the” BRING!
“Thank you Beth but we are out of time. Have a good summer and although it’s no fun, be good!” Miss. Evans waved good bye to everyone as we all filed out of the classroom door. On to my next class… GROSS! I really don’t like Social Studies. I mean really, why do you even have to know who the members of Congress are. Well that’s not the only reason I hate that class… I don’t like my teacher, at all! She’s so annoying, and we do so many packets and worksheets. I mean, I basically fall asleep in that class because it is so boring. Thank goodness it’s the last day of school!
When I got to class the teacher was calling names to see your end of the year grade. Oh great… I’m going to fail. Well when she called my name, I closed my eyes and then got up to walk to her desk. When I got there she glared at me and pointed to my grade. Great. I got a C+… Ugh darn. I was really trying to get straight A’s this marking period but it’s always this class that keeps me from getting all A’s. Well, at least I tried…
Eighth period. Only 15 minutes until the end of the year! So my friend Simantha and I decided to go to our lockers like we did almost every day before the bell rang. We ran up the steps and like always, something or someone made us laugh. We always took our time because we knew Miss. Fetter didn’t mind how long we took as long as we were back before the bell rang. When we got to Samantha’s locker, she grabbed her coat and her bag with all of extra papers and notebooks. Then we ran up the steps laughing because of something this kid said as he ran down the steps. When we got to my locker, I couldn’t open it. So I ended up kicking it, and hurting my toe, which made Simantha laugh even more. Finally I got it open and I grabbed all of my stuff from my locker and stuffed it into my bag, slammed my locker, and like always, I kissed my hand and pressed it to it.
“Why’d you do that?” Simantha asked with a smirk on her face.
“It’s a thing my friends and I do every year. We always have so many memories of our lockers and stuff we did that year. It’s kind of silly but, we always stay after school one day on the last week of school, and take a picture of our lockers with us and we write the combination above it in a scrapbook.”
“Oh, that’s kind of silly. But I guess that’s cool.” Simantha looked a little confused and weirded out. We ran down the steps and into the class room. Then we handed Miss. Fetter the pass and went to sit down.
“Five minutes. Just five minutes!” Mrs. Fetter yelled to the class.
“Yeah!” yelled some kid from the back of the room.
Some kids giggled and then the room got loud and everyone was talking. The teacher walked to each and every one of us and said good bye to us and gave each and every one of us a bag of candy with a little note on the inside written in French. Although we didn’t learn that much French that year because of snow days, and she was sick a lot, I still enjoyed it. She was my favorite teacher. And I’m kind of sad that it was time to go. BRING! Everyone yelled and ran out of the room, nearly knocking each other over on the way out.
Simantha and I ran down the steps and outside to wait for Rosina like always. Rosina and Simantha where great friends of mine. But I never got to hang out with them because Samantha’s always with her dad, and Rosina is always busy. We both waited until she got there, we gave each other hugs and then we went to our buses.
I knocked on the bus door and waited for it to open. Erin and Nichole were already on the bus. They got up and let me in by the window.
“How was your last day?” Nichole asked.
“Good, boring, as always. A little sad, but all together good.” I replied. “How was yours?”
“About the same.” Nichole answered.
“Same here.” Erin sighed.
It was a loud bus ride as always. Everyone in the back of the bus was throwing paper balls, and screaming. Once the bus pulled around the corner of Kelly, we all got ready to get off. The bus came to a stop at the corner of Kelly and Miller, the door opened and off we went. We had to walk up the hill, because Luzerne, Pennsylvania had a lot of hills. We got to my house first, I said my good-byes and they said there’s, then we laughed and walked into our own houses.
“Hi mom.”
“Hi sweetie. How was your day?”
“Good. I’m hungry, so I’m gonna get something to eat.”
“Ok.”
I walked up the steps and threw my bag on the bed and skipped threw the hall to the Guinea Pig cage.
“Hi Toby-Muffin!” I smiled.
I picked up my guinea pig Toby-Muffin, and took him to the kitchen to get my snack. I held him against my chest and pet him. I set him on the floor, and quickly grabbed my snack before the cat came. I picked Toby up and took him back to my room. We both lay on the bed and relaxed until my brother came home. Then I gave Toby a kiss and a hug, and put him back in his cage with Hannah, my brother’s guinea pig. I went back to my room to pack, and listen to my I-pod…
After packing my suitcase and carry on full of clothes and many necessities, I ended up falling asleep with one ear-bud in and the other lying on my stomach.