Big Kids Chapter One.When you’re little, you always want to be older. You want to be able to hang out with the “big kids”. In fact, you want to be the “big kids”. But when you finally hit that age, thirteen, you realize you’d much rather be a little kid again.
“Mom, can you please tell Nick to get out of my room?!” I shouted to my mom, who was down the hall. My mom sighed very loudly. “Nick, get out of Annie’s room.” my mom said, without caring at all. Nick is my 6 year old little brother and he follows me around everywhere. I was sick of it. I was just about to turn thirteen next week; I didn’t need a 6 year old following me around everywhere. I pushed Nick out of room and walked over to my bed. I lay down and stared up at my ceiling. I couldn’t wait to turn thirteen; everything would change. I would become the “big kids”. Something I’ve always wanted to be. I just needed to wait one week. One week.
It was the beginning of the school year when my birthday always came. In fact, this year my birthday was on the second day of seventh grade. In the past, I’ve always got to bring in treats and share them with the class on my birthday. This year I was going into seventh grade, the first year of middle school and I couldn’t be more excited. Since there were still six more days until school started my brother, my mother, and I just starting shopping for school. Well, there’s my family for you; always waiting until the last minute. “I want these.” Nick said, holding ten little erasers out in his little hand. “Nick, you already got erasers.” My mom said, clearly, getting annoyed. Nick put on one of his pouting faces, crossed his arms, and sat down the floor refusing to get up until he got his erasers. I sighed loudly and just kept on walking down the aisle. I was looking at some pencils when I saw a familiar face appear at the end of the aisle. Josh.Josh has been my crush all through 4th, 5th, and 6th grade. I got all nervous when I was around him and could barely even speak, but I managed to say “Hey.” Josh looked at me very strangely. “Uh, hi and do I know you?” Josh said. I think I heard a crack, right then, because my heart broke into two pieces. I was in every single one of Josh’s classes since 4th grade and he didn’t even know who I was. “I’m Annie; I was in every class of yours since 4th grade.” I said, trying hard to not sound hurt. “Oh yeah, now I remember.” Josh said smiling a little. I was completely broken; I could tell when Josh was lying. He didn’t remember me, not one bit. I walked back to where my mom and brother were, trying as hard as I could to hold back tears from what just happened. “I got my erasers!” Nick shouted excitedly right when he saw me. I rolled my eyes. “Great.” I said. “Okay, I think we got everything we need from school; ready to go home?” My mom said. “Please.” I said.
I never knew I could cry so many tears. Josh doesn’t notice me, he doesn’t even remember me. All I did the next day was lay in my bed, cry, and sleep. It was now five more days until my birthday & I couldn’t care less. I didn’t care if I was thirteen or not; all I wanted was for Josh to love me. I suddenly heard a knock at my door. “Annie, you have to eat something! You haven’t eaten all day!” My mom yelled. I was lying on my bed with my face in my pillow. “I’m not hungry, Mom. I will eat first thing in the morning.” I said. I could hear my mom sigh from outside my door and walk down the hallway to her room. I picked up my head from my pillow and looked at my clock. 10:30, my usual bedtime; but I wasn’t tired, considering I slept most of the day. I managed to fall asleep at about midnight. I woke up at 9:00 A.M. the next morning to the sound of knocking on my door. “Annie! Annie, wake up!” I got up from my bed, unlocked my door, and opened it. My mom was standing there in the hallway holding a big plate filled with pancakes, bacon, & eggs. Wow,I thought,my mom really loves me. “Here honey, I thought you would be extra hungry this morning so I made you all of this.” My mom said, grinning. I let out a giggle. “Thanks, Mom.” I said, smiling. I took the plate into my room and shut the door. I ate all that was on the plate easily. It was delicious! The next couple of days were just as bad; I stayed in my room mostly the whole week. Before I knew it, tomorrow was the first day of seventh grade. I wasn’t really sad about with happened with Josh anymore. No boy is worth my tears, is what I decided after I cried over him for five days straight. I was over him…I think. Anyways, about school starting tomorrow, I was so excited! I had my whole outfit picked out. I would be wearing a blue jean skirt with black leggings that go down to a little passed my knees and a pink shirt with little ruffles going down it all around. I know, it sounds a little girly but, I want to make a good first impression.
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