The alarm screamed, waking me from a dream of a monumental journey through a land that had been long forgotten.
I moaned and turned the noise off. As I pulled myself upright, a wonderful aroma entered my nose. Mom is cooking bacon. Now I have a good reason to get out of bed. I trudged to the kitchen, and I found Lola, my little sister, squealing and bouncing off the walls. She was excited for her first day of Pre-K. I miss those days.
Still half-asleep, I devoured my serving of bacon as I wondered what the first day of school would be like. There probably won’t be much homework, but no one could guarantee that.
“Micky!” my mother shouted, brusquely. The stress that always came with the school year was already getting to her. “Get dressed; …show more content…
*** Ironically, my first class was reading. I was excited for a moment, but then, I realized Sean was in this class too. The teacher finished her introduction quickly and gave us some free time. I could hear my book calling me. “Read me, Micky,” Don’t you want to know what the detective did after the killer kidnapped his mom?” I did want to know. The suspense was killing me. I chewed on my fingernail until a bead of blood appeared on my finger. My friends were talking, but I couldn’t hear. All I could think about was the story. I was a moment away from succumbing my the desire to read, but thankfully, the bell saved me from embarrassing myself.
***
I managed to make it through the day without touching my book. I sat behind a bush outside of the school, waiting for my mom to pick me up. Making sure I was hidden, I slid my straw into a slit I created between the pages of my novel. Instantly, I tasted the thrill. The detective suddenly had a hunch. Sprinting to his car, he… I stopped. I thought I heard something. Was someone there? Did someone see …show more content…
Letting out a sigh of relief, I returned to my book. The inspector slammed the gas pedal to the floor, zooming through the streets and causing all sorts of commotion. A slight rustling pulled me from the imaginary world. A figure appeared in the space between the bush and the brick wall of the school. I recognized him immediately. It was Gabriel, a kid I always made fun of last year for reading. He spotted me.
I did my best to hide my book, afraid he would demean me for being a hypocrite, but I was too late.
He grinned. “I knew you would join us one day,” he said, pulling a straw out of his pocket. “You should come to the city library sometime.” He returned the straw to his pocket and shoved his glasses further up his nose. “They have some great books there.”
“My dad owns a bookstore,” I told him, “so I have all the books I can read.”
“That’s cool,” he nodded. Then, without another word, he turned away and walked off.
***
The next day, I took Gabriel’s advice and went to the city library after school. Gabriel was at a table with the other Dungeons and Dragons players. I don’t know why I was surprised at his presence.
I stalked the aisles, careful not to let him see
I moaned and turned the noise off. As I pulled myself upright, a wonderful aroma entered my nose. Mom is cooking bacon. Now I have a good reason to get out of bed. I trudged to the kitchen, and I found Lola, my little sister, squealing and bouncing off the walls. She was excited for her first day of Pre-K. I miss those days.
Still half-asleep, I devoured my serving of bacon as I wondered what the first day of school would be like. There probably won’t be much homework, but no one could guarantee that.
“Micky!” my mother shouted, brusquely. The stress that always came with the school year was already getting to her. “Get dressed; …show more content…
*** Ironically, my first class was reading. I was excited for a moment, but then, I realized Sean was in this class too. The teacher finished her introduction quickly and gave us some free time. I could hear my book calling me. “Read me, Micky,” Don’t you want to know what the detective did after the killer kidnapped his mom?” I did want to know. The suspense was killing me. I chewed on my fingernail until a bead of blood appeared on my finger. My friends were talking, but I couldn’t hear. All I could think about was the story. I was a moment away from succumbing my the desire to read, but thankfully, the bell saved me from embarrassing myself.
***
I managed to make it through the day without touching my book. I sat behind a bush outside of the school, waiting for my mom to pick me up. Making sure I was hidden, I slid my straw into a slit I created between the pages of my novel. Instantly, I tasted the thrill. The detective suddenly had a hunch. Sprinting to his car, he… I stopped. I thought I heard something. Was someone there? Did someone see …show more content…
Letting out a sigh of relief, I returned to my book. The inspector slammed the gas pedal to the floor, zooming through the streets and causing all sorts of commotion. A slight rustling pulled me from the imaginary world. A figure appeared in the space between the bush and the brick wall of the school. I recognized him immediately. It was Gabriel, a kid I always made fun of last year for reading. He spotted me.
I did my best to hide my book, afraid he would demean me for being a hypocrite, but I was too late.
He grinned. “I knew you would join us one day,” he said, pulling a straw out of his pocket. “You should come to the city library sometime.” He returned the straw to his pocket and shoved his glasses further up his nose. “They have some great books there.”
“My dad owns a bookstore,” I told him, “so I have all the books I can read.”
“That’s cool,” he nodded. Then, without another word, he turned away and walked off.
***
The next day, I took Gabriel’s advice and went to the city library after school. Gabriel was at a table with the other Dungeons and Dragons players. I don’t know why I was surprised at his presence.
I stalked the aisles, careful not to let him see