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           A Day In The Life Of A 6th Grader


The summer days kept counting down one by one until it was the night before my first day of sixth grade. I was freaking out wondering how my makeup and hair would be, how much homework we would have, how mean my teachers would be, and most importantly; WHAT WOULD I WEAR?! My mom came into my room and said “You need to get ready for bed, you don’t want to sleep through the first day of school”. “Mom!” I said as she was walking away, laughing. I decided that she was right, so I took off my ponytail and hopped into the shower. After a little concert, I had to put on my SUPER yummy smelling cotton candy shampoo so I smelled good tomorrow, because who wants to smell bad on the first day of new school, right? So when I got out of the shower, I brushed my teeth and put my hair in two, tight french braids so that my hair would be wavy in the morning and made sure that my clothes were all nice and washed. Then I went on my phone and checked that my alarms were all set so I hopefully I would wake up on time. I was having a lot of trouble falling asleep, worrying about all of the things that could go wrong. But since a lot of my friends would probably be there, I stopped worrying and fell into a deep sleep until… BEEP BEEP BEEP!!! My alarm was blaring so loud that I was sure if the noise was any louder, my ears would practically fall off. “Time to get up, Clo” mom called from the other room. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and willed myself to get up, got ready, anticipating how the day would go. I was getting ready to go get breakfast downstairs when I remembered that I needed to pack my backpack. “Aw man!” I said as I put my lunchbox and my jacket in my bag. “ Chloe, time to eat breakfast” my grandma called as soon as I finished packing. I went into my kitchen and grabbed a bowl, some milk, cereal, and a spoon. As I was about to start eating, my grandma came up to me and said, “You can’t just have that. You need to have more stuff to fill you up.” “OK” I said as she was scraping toast and some eggs on my now overflowing plate. When I finally finished my delicious breakfast, I went into the laundry room to grab my outfit. I found the shorts but “OH NO!” I cried, frantically digging in the laundry to find my shirt, but it was no use, my shirt was nowhere to be found. “MOM?” I yelled. She came over and said, “what is it, Clo” “I can’t find my shirt anywhere!” I said, disappointed. “It has to be around here somewhere” she said as we were digging through the heaps of laundry. So I just ended up wearing an indigo top that has a yellow unicorn on it that says, ¨Unicorn School¨ and my shorts. Then it was time for the really scary part; going to SCHOOL… So I said bye to my mom and my little sister, Sam and headed out with my grandma, who by the way is a teacher at my school. I’m pretty sure that she could tell how nervous I was because she looked me in the eyes and said, “You are going to do great”. So I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in to my new school.

                The End

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