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" Mike! Get up!" My mom tried to shake me awake. " Chester, I've got a hot bowl of Cream of Wheat waiting for you downstairs." She walked out my bedroom.
" Creamy wheat? Outta my way!" I bounded out of bed. I carefully maneuvered my feet down the stairs. Chester had the tendency to fall down them, a lot. I plopped into a chair at the kitchen table. My mom placed a bowl of Fruit Loops in front of me. "Wha? You lying little.." The raspy, complaining voice of Chester spoke. I gasped. " Thanks mom, " I said sleepily.
" Honey, if you don't get ready soon, you'll miss the bus." My mom shouted.
" Okay, mom, I'm right behind you, no need to shout." I gulped down my cereal and ran upstairs. I felt to lazy to unbutton my shirt so I pulled a jacket on over it. I grabbed my jeans, shoes , and socks, pulling them on. I grabbed my A binder, for A day and ran back down stairs. My mom handed me my sack lunch, and I was about to run out the door when she grabbed my arm, stopping me.
" Love you." She pulled her lips into the smile, as she kissed my forehead. My mom always had this look of sympathy on her face now, especially during the school year. I was going to say something, but decided I would miss the bus and ran outside.
I walked down the street praying Svetlana wouldn't decide, that I wanted to cartwheel down the street. She was usually routine about this time, she showed. Or she didn't.
I finally made it the bus stop sitting on the bench, listening to the morning silence. My neighborhood was usually quiet this time in the morning, because we lived in a place where old folks retire. At least it's better than where I came from, nobody makes fun of my disorder.
My train of thought was broken when I noticed a girl walking up the hill opposite mine, to the bus stop.She was new in town, that's all I knew. She had auburn hair and looked athletic. She was tan and had long legs. Maybe, she was a runner? She seemed like a nice, happy person by the bright colors she wore.
She approached the bus stop and we sat in an awkward silence for a minute, until she finally spoke. " Hi, my name is Lilly!" She kept staring towards her street. "My twin sister is probably going to be late. She should have set her alarm." She shook head and then turned and smiled at me. "What's your name?"
" My name is Mike.It's nice to meet you." I smiled. Lilly was beautiful. She had dull brown eyes, that had a sparky tint. She had a smaller figure, and slightly tinted cheeks. Her yellow, flowy blouse and orange tank-top, complimented her red-pink skirt, that may have been a tad to short, well. She squealed and jumped with excitement as the bus jerked to a stop.She climbed on the bus, with me trailing behind her. I sat in an empty seat, just before I gasped.