My Ranking Points
In Which A Mother Knows Best, Or, In This Case, A Grandmother
I woke up to the sweet sound of my mother’s voice. “It must run in the family” I thought. I mean, after all, my grandmother had the most wonderful voice. “Not the most wonderful choir” I Thought. “Rats! Eeek! Yucky yucky rats!” I hate rats. Anyways, lets not get off track. I was getting ready for a very important day. My first day at the school for good. But I didn’t really find it too important.
“Darling, Get up! It’s time for a sweet day. Let us celebrate your first day at the school for good!” Said my mother, in her sweet, velvety, sing-song voice.
“Ugh.” I said “I’m just going to school, what’s the big deal?”
“The Big Deal? It isn’t any day you go to the school that has been in our family for generations, and will be for generations to come.”
I Go to look in the mirror and then heads downstairs for breakfast.
“What would you like on this special day?” said one of the maids.
“I don’t know cereal?” I replied, clearly annoyed.
She went into the kitchen, and came back out seconds later with a bowl of cereal.
As I walked out the door, said goodbye to my palace, and sped off to the flower ground station, I was finally ready, even excited to go to this school. I got on the flower ground train, and buckled myself in. my buckle was broken. I tried another seat. I was broken. Someone had gotten off at my stop, so I tried their seat. It wouldn’t budge. I just sat there, holding on tightly to the arm-rests, waiting for the next stop. I finally got off, and took a moment of peace. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. And with the blink of an eye, I was floating. Upside-down. Being held by a bony bird. A stymph.
“Ugh!” I screeched. My grandmother was right about this school. Cinderella missed her family. This school took her away from them. And for me, it took away something else. It took away my pride.
I really liked it, but since when did you wake up with your family and then go to SGE?