by Angel Wolf
Rated: 13+ · Novel · Biographical · #2266143
This describes my first day at a new school when I was 8 in first person.
|The first day of school was tomorrow. We had just moved into a new house the day before, and I had no idea where the bathroom was. I had to use the bathroom SO BAD, so I ran to my mother. and did the potty dance.|
"Momma... Momma!!!" I said, tugging at her blouse. I tugged at it quite a few times.
"What is it-- oh my, do you need to use the restroom?" my mother asked.
"Uh huh..." I had replied. My mother took me to the bathroom and I walked in. About a minute later, I walked back out.
"Did you wash your hands?" my mother asked.
"Mhm!" I replied.
"Did you flush?" she asked.
"Mhm!" I replied.
"Good girl!" my mother said before caressing my hair and walking back into the living room. I ran upstairs and took some of my toys out of the box and started playing with them. Then I heard a loud crash and my father started cussing, so I knew he must have dropped something.
"Jeff, I told you to be careful..." I heard my mother say.
"I know..." my father said. I continued to play with my Legos and whatnot, until it was time for lunch.
"Angel, time for lunch!" my mother yelled.
"Okay! Coming!" I yelled back. I zoomed down the stairs, into the dining room. It was my favorite- macaroni and cheese. I sat down and happily ate the mac and cheese, using the spoon to get big scoops into my mouth.
"Hey, honey, slow down! You're gonna get a belly ache!" my mother said.
"Thowwy..." I said with my mouth full. After I swallowed that chunk, I drank some of my apple juice and got up and washed my hands. I went back up to my room to play with my Legos again, and then, before I knew it, it was dinnertime. Then I had to take a bath and get ready for bed.
"Momma...?" I said as I woke up in the morning. My mother and father were still asleep.
"Papa...?" I asked, looking at my digital clock.
Phooey. It wasn't time to wake up, it was 2:00 in the morning. I guess I was just excited. I laid back down and went back to sleep.
Later, when it WAS time to wake up, my mother was shaking me.
"Angel, honey, it's time to get up..." my mother said.
"H-Huh...?" I asked, sleepily. I got up, and ate my breakfast and got my school clothes on, which were just black leggings with a white moon on the right thigh and a pink "CATS!" shirt. When I got to school, I got bullied a little bit, mainly for how tall I was at such a young age. I was being called "Bean Pole" or "Corn Stalk" or "The Redwood Girl". But then I met another girl named Kat. She was bullied, too, and we had our similarities.
"Hi, what's your name?" Kat asked me. I jumped. That was another one of my qualities. I was very jumpy.
"Oh, sorry if I scared you..." she said, nervously.
"N-No, I um... m-my name's Angel..." I replied.
"Oh, my name's Kat! But you can call me Kitty if you want. Can I call you Angie?" Kat asked.
"N-No... I had that name at my old school and I didn't like it... I prefer to be called Angelina..." I said.
"Ooh, getting fancy?" Kat said as she sat down next to me.
"I-I guess..." I said.
"I noticed that you're pretty tall... how old are you?" Kat asked.
"I-I'm 8..." I said while blushing. Another one of my qualities is that, when I was a child, I was very tall-- I was 5'6" at 8 years old, and I had(and still have) macromastia, so my breasts were kinda large.