Young
I still have a lot of my life ahead of me, i'm still in school, I still live with my parents, I can't drive yet, and I don't have a job. I'm too young to do all these things and right now in my life I'm glad I don't have much to worry about. I can't necessarily live my life fully how I want to but I also don't have responsibilities which gives me time to be wild and free of responsibilities. I realized the other day how much I can sit around and hang out with friends and not have to worry about paying for my house and buying my own food. These things don't affect my daily life because I'm young. Not much is expected from me and that gives me time to do what I want to in life and just enjoy being young. In these years of my life I'm learning how to grow up and preparing for my life as an adult, I'm still making mistakes and learning from them all the time. My sister who is 23 right now tells me all the time to enjoy being young because you don't realize how much advantages you get in life when you're young till your not anymore. For me being young means living life to the fullest well you still can and enjoying time with all the responsibilities you get when you grow up. But for now I am just young wild and free. The long line gets smaller and smaller. Less and less people are in the game as we continue playing lighting. Everyone fears the person behind them and underestimates the people in front of them. All I have to do is make it before the person behind me. As I watch the two people in front of me battle out there turn I know when I go I probably will just have Ava behind me to get me out and no one to get out myself as they have already passed the ball on. I strong pass comes my way and I run up to the free throw line and swoosh, I'm in for another round. As I go behind the only other person left besides Ava, Alex, I turn and see Alex had just got her out! The ball is passed to again and again I make it. Now I'm behind Alex and he's already shot once I know it's my turn to get him out. My shot was bad but he also missed his layup so I still have a good change. As I throw the ball up I noticed he did at the same time. And mine goes right through the next. Before his. All my friends cheer because the boys always think the girls can't win against all of them and I finally did. The white iPhone 5c lays on the sprint store counter, it looks worn out, that's probably because after two long year I was finally getting a phone upgrade. The door behind the counter swings open and I see Sam. Sam has been working with us ever since we moved to sprint with all our phones problems and upgrades. In his hand I notice that the phone I've been waiting to see in person and waiting to finally get to call my phone was in the signature apple box. As his hand slowly realize the box on the table I feel like I want to jump over the counter and grab it, it felt unreal to have a iPhone 6s. No more cracked glass screen protector and white plastic putting to my phone. As he types all our info into the computer I realize my phone almost looked like a toy, I mean it was plastic. I look up from my old phone at my new one and see his hand shaking the lid of the box till it slowly slides off and the phone is visible. The rose gold color almost glows pink and the light reflecting off it makes it shine. It's so new to see white around my screen as all my previous phone have had the whole front being black. I shift it in my hands flipping it upside down and back up right. Lighting pressing the home button I notice it's my background.
“Make sure everything is on there before I erase your old phones.” As I glance at Rachel I realize instead of looking out the outside I should have been looking through my phone because I can tell Rachel is almost done searching through her things. Quickly I swipe through, messages, pictures, apps, yep! It's all there. “I'm good!” I say excitedly without even looking up. I loved it. I loved how it looked, how it felt in my hands, I even loved the color of it with the slightly tinted black case on. You don't get new phones often so I was glad my update feel right when the iPhone 6s came out because I truly loved everything about it. After 2 longs days I finally started to recognize the things around me. I knew the Chicago trip I had been waiting to go on for three years was coming to an end. I look around the big bus with all my peers on theirs phones or quietly chatting with one another. I felt sadness yet relief, I didn't want to leave my friends but I got no sleep and no time to relax the whole trip. Running around Chicago tires you out very fast. But at the same time I made so much new memories, friends, and got to go to places I had never been before. I turn my head to Leah as she packs up her things. "It feels so weird that this trip is over, I have been waiting 3 years and it's now done" I said softly. "Our reason for staying in choir all this time is over, now we are stuck in choir for no reason" Leah replied well sarcastically rolling her eyes. We both laughed as Leah always knew what to say to make everything better. Then I see the Starbucks I go to every Friday morning, then the road I turned down 5 days a week to come to school, then the big bus loop. What time is it I thought to myself as I swing my small backpack over my shoulder. The brightness of my phone blinds me as I turn it on, 11:34. We are still on the bus but we stay good bye anyways. This is when I'm wishing I was not in the back of the bus I sat back there waiting for everyone to collect their things and get off the bus. When I'm finally making my way off I see a ton of empty shopping bags and food crumbs on the floor but the blur of the bright lights on the top of the bus that had just turned on is making my vision blurry. I finally get off the bus and get pushed around by the group of people fighting to get their bags. All the car lights and bus lights light up the whole parking lot making it easy to find my bag. I suddenly feel awake as I see all my friends from the other bus and we hug goodbye. This was very hard to do with the 60 kids crowded around getting their bags into their cars. I know my dad was very early to this so I figure I should walk to the parking lot. As I walk past the car pick up lane I hear my name being called. I turn around and rush to my car that I had probably passed two minutes ago but didn't even see. As I climb into the front seat of the car it feels weird seeing my twin and dad. I had barely seen Rachel the whole trip because for 90% of the things we did we were separated, this was also my first time seeing my dad since Friday. " how was the trip?" Me dad asked with excitement. "great, I have a lot of stories to tell you!" final gradeMrs. Huck. One of my favorite teachers. My algebra teacher. I have always had math come easily to me, I always wanted to go ahead of my class. This year was the year I finally could, I made it into algebra. Mrs. Huck was a fast teacher who always made us laugh and overall made learning a whole lot better. But today I was nervous, today was when we were getting are test back.
My hands shake. We had just been told a lot of the class had failed this test. But some people got As she said after scaring us all about the “everyone got Ds” lecture. I think the whole class was nervous at this point but we all wanted to know if we were one of the lucky kids who got an A. The reason this test was so frittering was that the quarter was basically over so if we failed this test there was no raising our grade. This was going to determine are math grade for the first quarter of our 8th grade year. Jogging around the classroom stopping at people randomly to show them their test score for a quick 3 seconds was mrs. Huck. Some people looked concerned after seeing theirs others looked happy and some showed no emotion. She runs up to Lilliana, one of my best friends who just so happened to sit right in front of me. She turns slowly and looks at me when mrs. Huck leaves her desk. The room was filled with the noise of people quietly talking around as. “I got an a!” She says was a weird giggle to her voice. I was shocked and felt so much better. Right before I could congratulate her a test mrs Huck is behind me. “Bailey?” She said questioning if I was me or me sister. “Yea” I say reassuring her she had got it correct. Then the paper is so close to my face I almost can't see this score. The paper held up right to my face did not just have any grade written on it in the red pen she using to check almost everything, it also had an A. I was so happy and proud of myself. 97%. I think that's the best math test score I've got all year! I quickly share the good news with Lilliana. My face was filled with joy, I could not wait to get home and share the great news. Then I look down at my worksheet I had just finished when everyone else was finding out their scores. I was one of the last people to see mine. I had realized just then I didn't even know how much points I got off I was too busy looking for the score at the top of my paper. In the corner of the worksheet I do the math, and that's when I find out that I only got half a point off. Mrs. Huck was one of those teachers that at first you have to adjust to how they teach but when you do they end up really helping you out. I had already adjusted to how she teaches. The Best Hot Chocolate We turn the corner to the same strip mall I see almost everyday. But these trips were coming to an end as winter was coming and I'm most likely moving out of the neighborhood this winter. I glance across telegraph and see rusty bucket as the memories from all the time i've been there flash through my mind. “its freezing out here!” I said to sylvia as I hug myself and look down at the sidewalk. It's only november and it already feels like it's about to snow. The cold wind fiercely pushes against our faces making us both turn so our faces aren't in direct contact with the wind. “Maybe we shouldn't go to coldstone,” my best friend sylvia says to me trying not to laugh. I look back at her and we both look as though we are going to laugh but the people around us make us hold in it so we don't have attention drawn to us. I know at this time neither of us even have to say where we have now decided to go before knowing what the other thinking. I mean I don't even have to think about where I'm walking on the way here, this was the usual for us. Every time nothing really changes. The automatic doors to rite aid always open as we walk past, people always glance at us through the window of Qudoba if we can't see them, and everyone from every car parked in the parking lot is at Starbucks, including us. “Starbucks hot chocolate is the best hot chocolate.” Says Sylvia. This was almost a famous quote by Sylvia. I may have heard her say this 100 times but every time I give her the same answer. “Yes it is.” I walk in front of her and swing the door open as I say this to her. A gush of warm air seems to blow past us as we enter. The sweet smell of everyone's drinks fills the air as we discuss which reusable holiday cup is the best. It had finally started to feel like winter and I knew this was gonna be one of the last times we walk to Starbucks together. |
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