"Kyle. Kyle. KYLE, get up, it's time for you to get ready for school." I was still fast asleep, I usually don't get up when my mom tries to wake me up until about 5 or 6 minutes after. And sometimes when I'm really asleep my mom just gives up. But today, she wasn't having any of that. "Kyle, I ain't playin' these games, it's time to get ready for school, you can't stay up all night and expect that you're going to be up in time for school." I was still fast asleep, not hearing a word my mother was saying. "Kyle," my Mom said just a bit louder "What did I say?" This time, I was starting to wake up, but I didn't feel the urge to get up. It was 6:00 in the morning and I was awake all night, playing video games. "Kyle if you don't get up right now, I'm going to take away your games for a month". Hearing that, I forced the little strength that I had in me and finally got up from my bed and walked to the bathroom. "It's about time you get up. You were supposed to wake up at 6:00, and now it's 6:10, do you have any idea how late you might be? you know we live far from your school." My mom said it in quite an annoyed voice, she never likes it when I'm late for school because when I'm late for school, she's late for work. 

As soon as I get to the bathroom I head straight for the shower. It's funny how most times you don't want to take a shower, but when you finally get in the shower you don't want to leave. I always had this habit of singing in the shower. My mom noticed this and actually bought me a water-proof speaker. Some people may find that weird but I don't. It's kind of what I do. Everyone has something weird in them but not everyone realizes that it's weird. They think it's just another thing humans do, but really, it's not and only other people notice.

 After I got out of shower and started brushing my teeth, my sister walked in. "Good morning Kyle." She greeted. "Good morning Sandra," I replied. "You excited for school today? I am. I'm going on a field trip to-" She was mid-sentence when I stopped her. "To the Natural History Museum, I know. You couldn't shut up about it last week." I said. "I know, but I'm just so excited. I've never been to the Natural History Museum and I think it will be a really exciting experience." She replied. As soon as we were done in the Bathroom, I made breakfast. It was Scrambled eggs and Bacon, my sister's favorite. My older sister, Mikaela also loved eggs and bacon. But she's off working for the military or something and won't be back for a while. I really wish I could make it for her just one more time. I never really said I truly love her before she left. And now I'm missing her like never before. "Kyle, go start the car, I'll be downstairs in just a minute. Make sure your ready once I get down there because I don't have time to be waiting!" Yelled my mom. "OK!" I replied. I quickly put on my shoes, took my Jacket, took the keys, started the car, and got ready to head out.

"Hey Mom, did you know I'm going to th-" Sandra was stopped mid-sentence. "To the Natural History Museum, we know, you've told us this way too many times." My mom finished. I wasn't paying attention to their conversation though. I was too busy looking out the window, observing. That's basically all I do. The thirty spare minutes I have in the car I just... watch. It gives me ideas. I'm a writer, and I get most of my inspiration from watching nature. I get pretty good grades, but I do my best in writing. I've never gotten below an A- in any of my subjects and my mom is pretty proud of me for keeping up good grades. But she is a bit... demanding. She wants everything done from me, and she wants it done right. One thing wrong, you get yelled at. You accidentally fall down the stairs, "You should have been more careful!" she would yell. I just want a break once in a while. Just a little breather from all this pressure. But still, with all of this going on, I'll still love her deep in my heart. And ever since my sister went away, I couldn't stop telling her I love her. I told her that phrase so much, she will never forget. And she will always know no matter how hard she pushes me I will love her. No matter how dark the time I'll find the little bit of light in me to tell her how I really feel about her. I wasn't that good at sharing my feelings a first, but my sister was the only mentor I had, and suddenly she is no longer here, she's gone. She's off fighting a bunch of bad guys or something and- she could get hurt. She might not come back home and that scares me. I just want one more chance to tell her "I love you." before she went to be "fighting" for our country. But before long, we are finally at school. "Make sure you guys stay out of trouble, OK? And  Sandra, have a good time at the natural history museum." Said, my mom. "Thanks mom, have a good time at work." Replied Sandra. "Love you, mom!" I said, just before she drove off.

I got to school pretty late so I had to rush class. I'm in Seventh Grade and I just entered Middle School so I have to adjust to life in Middle School, which can be tough. I always find myself rushing to class when I'm late, or even having a tough time making new friends. I do have a certain set of friends and we are the dream team. There is Courtney, The funny one. She'll use any opportunity she has to make a dark moment, into a bright one with one of her funny jokes or wisecracks. She's always a contributor and will do anything for the better of the team. There is Zack, the intelligent one. Zack gets the best great out of all of us. He's never gotten anything below an A school is a big part of who he is. He also uses his intelligence for the better of the team. He's never afraid to do the right thing even if it means getting himself in trouble, and I respect him for that. He's also able to take the blame for something he didn't do, just because he feels it's the right thing to do, he does it because he cares about the team and he's willing to give anything for it. And last, but not least, there's Jacob. We consider him the leader. He has all the qualities a leader may have. He's a team builder and would do anything, and I mean anything for the team. I know I've been using the term, team a lot, but that's essentially what we are. A group of 4 or more that always have their back for one another in the good times, and the bad times.

I looked over at my watch and it's already 7:58, so I had to jolt to class. My first class is writing and I don't want to be late for that because my writing teacher is super strict. So if I don't get to class before the bell rings I'm going to get in big trouble. I was rushing down the halls, and also sweating really badly, not just because I was running, but also because I didn't want to get in trouble with Ms. Greene, my writing teacher. I felt like I was running 80 Miles Per Hour but, just before I could get to the classroom door, the school bells rings. I'm afraid to open the door at this point, because as soon as the school bells ring, Ms. Greene starts teaching. So I peaked into the room just to see if it was the right time to come in. Maybe if I quietly walked into the room when no one is looking, I can act like I was in class the whole time. But, that wouldn't work, she must've already taken attendance already. There's really nothing I can do at this point. So I reluctantly started to take hold of the doorknob, started turning it very slowly so it won't make too much sound. And, very slowly, started opening the door, trying not to make too much of a distraction. But immediately when I opened the door, Ms. Greene immediately noticed. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" she started "Mr. Lucas, you are late, yet again," she continued "Haven't you gotten tired of hearing me yell at you for the same reason all the damn time?" Ms. Greene asked. "Yes ma'am, bu-" Ms. Greene stopped me. "It was a rhetorical question. Now before I got anymore angry at you, I suggest you find your seat." She said. "Yes ma'am." I replied. Honestly, I was surprised she didn't scream my head off. I think she just, gave up on me this time. But, nevertheless, I silently ducked my head, because at that point everyone was watching, and I headed to my seat.

The class usually gets rowdy during writing, but not today. The whole class was in shock that Ms. Greene didn't start yelling. It was kind of awkward because everybody was just looking at me and quietly talking about what just went down. Courtney, who sits two seats away from me, was looking at me, confused. She was as confused as the rest of the class. But Ms. Greene finally started class with a "Good morning Young Scholars, I hope you had a good weekend and a great morning." She started. She may be strict, but when she's not yelling her beautiful, elegant voice puts me half to sleep. But I would not recommend sleeping in her class. It's a pretty bad idea. Trust me, I tried it and regretted it. "Today we are going to start with a little writing warm. Write about what you did over the weekend, and what you plan to do for the rest of the week. Three or four sentences will do. And remember," She put her hand out to class. "Quality before quantity." The class said unanimously. "Right," she started "And after you guys are done writing, you will have to share your writing to the class." She explained. I hate it when we have to share our writing to the class. I'm not really one to stand in front of a crowd and start talking. I have a bit of stage fright. But, when I do go on stage, my friends say I have the most wonderful stories to tell. But, I start writing, and writing, and writing, making sure everything was correct. My punctuation, my spelling, and my grammar, everything had to be perfect before raising my hand to say I'm done. 10 minutes go by, and everyone's done with their three to four sentences, except me, I'm still polishing up. Ms. Greene started taking head of how long I was writing. And was getting impatient. "Mr. Lucas, you are always like this. You always take 10 minutes to do an assignment that usually only takes people two," She started. "But, I have to say, your writing is always the best in the class because you take your time. And that being said, after class meet me in here, so we can talk about something." She said in a calming voice. "But anyway, without anymore distractions, let's hear those sentences." She looked at me. "Mr. Lucas, why don't you start?" I was already starting to feel a bit tense. My mouth, becoming dry. But there was no way out of this. So I get up out of my seat and headed to the front of the class. My mom told me "Whenever you feel tense on stage, picture everyone in the class naked." I tried that once. It didn't work. If anything it made my anxiety worse, because now I'm afraid people will call me out for getting distracted. But eventually, with all this rambling in my head I somehow end up in the front of the class. I took a deep breath. And finally started reading my words from my paper.

I didn't do much this weekend. I did what most kids do. I Stayed at home. Watched Television, And stayed on video games 'till 12 o'clock. And everything I would hear a noise, I would quickly shut my screen off and pretend I was asleep. And when I finally realized it was just a water bottle that I drank being wrinkled under my Gluteus Maximus. I slowly got out from bed. Turned on my T.V, and started playing... again.

I was done, but everyone was looking at me as if they expected more. Even Ms. Greene was looking at me in that way. Ms. Greene is usually proud with most of my writing. And even more proud of me when I was the courage to get on stage. But this time, she almost looked disappointed and the last thing you want from Ms. Greene is disappointment. She looked at me for a couple seconds. Then she looked at the class. Then back at me. "Thank you Mr. Lucas, you may sit down now." she said. She then pointed to my desk, where I proceeded to walk to. And I had to sit there, and listen to what everyone had to say about their weekend. I would be bored at this time, but I couldn't stop thinking about my performance. I don't think I'll ever be able to talk in front of a crowd again. Well, without being scared I'll be forced to do public speaking someday. If it's for a project or in Ms. Greene's classroom. Soon after everyone was done, Ms. Greene, as always, collected the papers to grade. She would give them back to us by the end of class. And then I had to go through one never ending hour of writing class. Perhaps the worst hour of writing class I've ever had to sit through. But finally, FINALLY it's the next period. "Have a great day everyone, but don't forget to do your homework tonight, I've been getting a lot of incomplete homework assignments lately." Ms. Greene said. While I was had a wave of relief and starting heading out of class for math, Ms. Greene stopped me. "Before you go, Mr. Lucas, I need to talk to you." She said.

I was getting really nervous at this point. When Ms. Greene says she needs to talk to someone it usually means they're in serious trouble. But, Ms. Greene looked at me, then made a face gesture signaling to meet her at her desk. As we were walking, I was getting more and more nervous every step that we took. Then we finally arrived at her desk. "You're probably wondering why I stopped you here this morning." She said. I was thinking about what I was going to say for a minute, hoping that it wouldn't make me look or feel any worse then I already was. "I have a general idea." I finally said. "Perfect," She started. "Then you won't be too surprised to learn that you have a detention this afternoon." My heart practically stopped. I've never had a detention before, and I knew it when I got home, my mom would not be happy. In fact, she would be furious.