Day 1: Moring Part 2

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8:30 am:

I grab my bag as I rush out the door my mom cursing me for not eating breakfast and hands me some fruit. She then proceeds to usher me out the door. My bright green high tops clap against the smooth pavement as I walk towards my bus stop. The chatter from the other kids soon ends when a messy head of blonde hair speeds towards me. "Avery" he shrieks I hug the small kindergartener. "Hi Toby" I reply. Forcing a delighted smile on my face. "Are you excited for your field trip today" I reply emphasizing curtain words. "Of course" he squeals with excitement. I remember when I was like that, ready to take the world head on, it's funny just how wrong I was. The bus pulls up to the curb. I grab the railing at climb on the bus and sitt in seat 23.

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