The sun shone brightly through the bedroom window, warming my young skin, waking me from a deep slumber. Sugar, my Jack Russell terrier, hopped on my bed, licking my face with her wet tongue. I am sure she just finished drinking water because her kisses were extra sloppy this morning. After a few moments of petting Sugar and talking to her like she was an infant, panic consumed my little soul. “The sun is out, I must be late for school?” I ran from my room and there stood my beautiful mother in the kitchen frying eggs for my morning sandwich. She assured me I was not late for school. I skipped back to my room to put on my clothes for the day while my mother finished breakfast.
I am ready! Clothes on, sandwich dripping from my hand, backpack on my back and kisses goodbye from momma. I walked out the door to the end of the yard to wait on the bus. It is cold. The grass is frosted and crunches beneath my worn out tennis shoes. Goose bumps cover my arms and I shiver steadily as I devour my egg sandwich while it’s still warm. I stand at the edge of the yard, by the flimsy mailbox, looking back to see mom standing at the door. Her bouncy golden brown hair framed her face perfectly. Her hazel eyes were more vibrant green today and they held more love than she had ever imagined. She wore a silk robe and held it together with her arms crossed while she sipped her coffee. I could watch her all day.
“Good morning friend”, exclaimed the bus driver. Startled, I look up and realize I was lost in my gaze at mother and didn’t hear the bus pull up. She greeted me the same way every morning. I smiled as usual and stepped into the bus and took my seat near the front. I liked to get off the bus first so the front was my best option. I could feel the icy seats through my pink leggings, freezing my little tush. The ride to school felt too short. I enjoyed the bus. The small bumps felt like giant hills and I was able to talk all I wanted to my friends. Our teacher didn’t let us talk a whole lot. She would always say our day was too short to gab it away. I hear the bus screech to a stop, a puff of air and a squeel as the driver pushed the door open. We line up one by one and march into the school.
P.R. Brooks 