Page 249 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

CHAPTER 8

T
oday was the first day of school, marking my third semester

at Parkland High School. My best friends and I have been
here for so long, and we’re still here! I got ready as usual,

wearing my white baggy shirt and black tight pants. My hair was pulled
into two neat French braids—the kind that always made me look a little

more put together than I felt. As they fell over my shoulders, the blonde

highlights caught the light—faint, but noticeable. Closer to the roots,
my natural brunette showed through. I never really loved the contrast,

but I couldn’t say I hated it either. It was just… me.
As I went downstairs, my mom surprised me with a great breakfast,

and I was stunned.

“Good morning, honey,” my mom smiled at me. She took a plate
and dished out my breakfast.

“I made you your favourite—a strawberry pancake, a bowl of two
different fruits, and a lemonade with a lemon slice on top of the glass.”

It was beautiful, and it smelled and looked good. I knew my mom
did this just to say, “Have a great day at school.” And I was glad to

have a mom like that.

“Omg, thanks, Mom!” I quickly dug in and surprisingly ate the
whole dish. I got my backpack and said goodbye to her.