It was a mid-October morning and the determined sun rays that managed to penetrate my Burlington curtains were piercing my eye sight. I didn’t want to get out of bed so suddenly, but there was no way my mother was going to let me leave the house without cleaning it first. I dragged myself out of bed almost imitating a zombie. I did not dare look into the mirror as I left the room because I knew better than to not gaze at my reflection before spending 5 minutes in the bathroom.
“Alexa you’re going to the game, right?” said my sister.
I stopped brushing my teeth, spit into the sink and said “yeah.”
In record time I was done with my chores. Chores were always accomplished by simultaneously watching TV. In one episode, I would only get one chore done. That Saturday, however, I did not have any time to waste. It was my first time attending a homecoming game. Once all of my chores were done, I started to get ready for the big day. After my “20 minute shower,” as my dad liked to nag about, I stood in front of the closet and engaged in a psychological war about what to wear. I picked out a couple of outfits, but …show more content…
I never knew how she would react. She was 1 year and 9 months older than me and she was always there everywhere I went. “Have fun and take care of your sister” said my mom to sister as she dropped us of near the football field. As my mom’s red Pathfinder left, I was able to see the multitude of people that were part of my community. In the middle of all those people was a huge stainless steel grill that had all the grown-ups standing in line. Nothing brought people together like the combination of food and football. Walking towards the bleachers along the track, I bumped my hips into those of thicker girl I knew was my best friend. As we approached the bleachers together and picked somewhere to sit, I saw many of my peers wearing black and green. “Go Falcons!” was heard unanimously when more people would
“Alexa you’re going to the game, right?” said my sister.
I stopped brushing my teeth, spit into the sink and said “yeah.”
In record time I was done with my chores. Chores were always accomplished by simultaneously watching TV. In one episode, I would only get one chore done. That Saturday, however, I did not have any time to waste. It was my first time attending a homecoming game. Once all of my chores were done, I started to get ready for the big day. After my “20 minute shower,” as my dad liked to nag about, I stood in front of the closet and engaged in a psychological war about what to wear. I picked out a couple of outfits, but …show more content…
I never knew how she would react. She was 1 year and 9 months older than me and she was always there everywhere I went. “Have fun and take care of your sister” said my mom to sister as she dropped us of near the football field. As my mom’s red Pathfinder left, I was able to see the multitude of people that were part of my community. In the middle of all those people was a huge stainless steel grill that had all the grown-ups standing in line. Nothing brought people together like the combination of food and football. Walking towards the bleachers along the track, I bumped my hips into those of thicker girl I knew was my best friend. As we approached the bleachers together and picked somewhere to sit, I saw many of my peers wearing black and green. “Go Falcons!” was heard unanimously when more people would