Dreaming
I hop off my chestnut mare gracefully, and flip my perfect silky hair to one side. I walk into school slowly, letting everyone admire my designer wedges and trendy sequined tank top. My science teacher, Mr. Haymer, runs up to me and hands me my science test. "Carly, I am ever so sorry I was ever mean to you," he swoons, bowing "To make up for it, you got A+++ in science." He beams and runs away.
I smile glamorously and adjust the position of my embellished pink messenger bag. Just as I'm about to open the heavy double doors, five boys I don't boys I don't even know grab the doorhandles and gesture for me to walk through. "You first, Carly," They say, blushing. I grin and they practically fall on the floor, sighing and smiling. I glide down the long 7th grade hallway, pausing at locker 801- mine. I quickly pop in my combination and slide in my bag carefully to the small inside.
Before I can take out my books, a group of girls rush up to me. "Carly! Carly! Is that you? You're so pretty! My brother told me about you! I love your outfit! Can I have your autograph?" I roll my eyes and half smile. Sixth graders. So funny. "Come see me after school, guys, 'kay?" "Of course, Carly!" The leader of the group replies, "Anything for you!" They scurry off squealing and whispering. I pull out my math book and apply
I smile glamorously and adjust the position of my embellished pink messenger bag. Just as I'm about to open the heavy double doors, five boys I don't boys I don't even know grab the doorhandles and gesture for me to walk through. "You first, Carly," They say, blushing. I grin and they practically fall on the floor, sighing and smiling. I glide down the long 7th grade hallway, pausing at locker 801- mine. I quickly pop in my combination and slide in my bag carefully to the small inside.
Before I can take out my books, a group of girls rush up to me. "Carly! Carly! Is that you? You're so pretty! My brother told me about you! I love your outfit! Can I have your autograph?" I roll my eyes and half smile. Sixth graders. So funny. "Come see me after school, guys, 'kay?" "Of course, Carly!" The leader of the group replies, "Anything for you!" They scurry off squealing and whispering. I pull out my math book and apply