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The Life

  of an

  Average

  Girl

  by M. H. Yoo

  Chapter 1

  Dear Rose,

  How are you enjoying the school year? I am enjoying mine! Tell Jasmine I said hi. I really miss you. I will try to visit you soon. You should really come and see my new house. My room is soooooooo amazing! We’re going to “Home Depot” to buy stuff for our new fence. It’s going to be so boring! Elise is going out to the mall with her friends to shop. I actually kind of want to go with her. I have to go.... so.... bye!!!

  Still-your-BFF,

  Camilla Bette

  I folded my note up, and quickly put it in the envelope I got from my dad and I hopped in the car.

  Once I got in the car, I started wondering if Rose really did miss me. What if she was having more fun with other kids than with me? I was just about to drop off the letter when a crowd of kids came and surrounded me.

  “Hey, you’re the new kid,” some boy said from behind me. I felt my face turn bright red.

  “Yeah,” I said.

  After asking everyone to move a little, I was able to drop off my letter (using 15 minutes of my time). Then I thought of something. I had to go back through the crowd that was already getting bigger. I sighed and started making my way through the big crowd.

  Chapter 2

  I heard the alarm clock ring. I heard my mom making breakfast. I opened my eyes slightly and peeked out the window. The sun was out, and so were the crows. I checked my clock.

  “8 o’clock!!!” I yelled as I hurried to my closet. I pulled up some jeans and the tie die t-shirt that I had made with Rose before I moved away. Then I brushed my teeth and went down the stairs (two at a time) to my mom who was making a cup of coffee and watching the news.

  “Hi honey,” my mom said as she finished a sip of her coffee.

  “Oh, hi mom,” I said getting myself some cereal.

  “Oh honey, I have a meeting today so you have to take the bus,”

  “Okay,” I said not listening to what she said. Then I reviewed what she said again.

  “Whattttt!!!!!” I said as I sputtered out milk and cereal all over mom.

  “You mean the one that has little kindergarteners that always spit on other people? The one that has the driver that always throws up at 5:36 every day?”

  “You mean the one that Mrs. Thompson rides every day with her cute little daughter, Natalie?” Now that was the worst part of the bus. The throwing-up driver, those kindergarteners, and even Natalie are okay. But not my teacher, Mrs. Thompson. Every time I ride the bus, Mrs. Thompson is there. And the next day, she always tells the whole class about it. It’s always so embarrassing.

  “But mom,” I whined.

  “No buts,” my mom said.

  “It’s final.”

  Chapter 3

 

  “The bus is here!!!” mom yelled from downstairs. “Ugh,” I said as I walked down the staircase.

  I kicked the WELCOME sign as I grumbled. I am in a bad mood today.

  I heard my mother yell, “Bye Camilla!!!” But, I ignored her. I was really mad at her for making me take the bus. I looked at the good side. At least Danallia will be there (Danallia is my new BFF). But, I also looked at the bad side. And I am not going to repeat what I wrote about the bus because it’s to gross to even think about it.

  “Hi!!!” Danallia yelled. I blushed when everyone looked at me. Even the bus driver looked at me. I quickly walked to our seats on the bus. But, by accident I tripped on a sharp plastic knife. “Ouch!!!” I yelled as I looked at my big scrape on my knee. All the blood dripped down my foot. Maybe it was only to my ankle, but I say that’s part of my foot (which it is). Danallia helped me up and the bus driver gave me a bandaid. “Camilla, it’s okay. Let’s go take a seat,” Danallia said. “This wouldn’t had happened if I didn’t go on the bus,” I muttered. “Huh? Did you just say something?” the bus driver asked. “No, no.” I said as I slowly took my seat on the bus.

  Chapter 4

  “Were here!!!” the bus driver yells as we approach the school. My whole outfit is now ruined, all thanks to the bandaid. It also just feels weird.

  The bell rang. I rushed to my locker. I tried my code. 16-28-35. It didn’t work. I tried again. 16-28-35. It didn’t work. In my mind, I had an idea of what they’re doing in my math class-that-I-am-supposed-to-be-in-now. They probably doing square routes again and I am supposed to be the best at math. Plus, my teacher is also probably thinking of ways to punish me. Ugh. But she might not because I am a straight A student, I always do extra credit, and that I always win the annual math competition for the class. I tried to open my locker one more time. 16-28-35. Nothing. 16-28-35. Nothing. I finally had enough. I ran quickly around the gym and then around the computer lab. I asked everyone there. Nobody let me use their math book. After a tiring run around the school, I went back to my locker. I pounded on the door three times, then sat down beneath my locker door. I then thought of something. I could go ask the principal to unlock it!!! As I stood up, my locker door swung open and hit me smack in the face. I ran to the girls restroom and looked in the mirror. I gasped. I looked like someone (or something) from a horror movie. I had a bloody nose, a scratched up face, and of course, my bandaid from the bus driver. I know I had to deal with it. I walked over to my locker, and in a breeze, my locker door swung open, but this time it didn’t hit my face. I grabbed my books and reports then headed to math class.

  Chapter 5

  I walked into class, feeling like I wanted to hide under my desk. Everyone gasped, even my teacher. “Are you okay?” my teacher asked. “Yeah. I’m fine. I just had a little incident that involved getting hurt.” I said. “Oh, okay,” my teacher said still a little worried. “Homework last night was square roots. Hope you studied because everyone, it’s time for the test.” “Oh no,” I thought. “I didn’t study.”

  She handed out the test and the clock started ticking.

  By the time I was done, it was time for my teacher to correct the tests.

  She handed everyones tests back. “Yes! I only missed three questions!!” Danallia said. I flipped my test over. One wrong!!! That’s horrible. This could really mess up my reputation of being the Queen of Math at school.

  After math class was over, it was time for lunch. Every other kid raced out of class as fast as they could, but I didn’t. I walked up carefully (I didn’t want to get toppled over by other students) to the teacher’s desk. “Um, are you sure this is correct?” I asked my teacher. “Yes, I’m sure. The teacher’s book is always right.” my teacher responded. “Thank you,” I said with a sigh. I then ran to lunch to meet Danallia.

  “What do you have for lunch?” Danallia asked me. “I have a turkey sandwich with cucumbers and half a chocolate cupcake for dessert,” I said with an unusual voice, one that sounded sad, sadder than when I saw the movie “Old Yeller”. “Wow, Camille, that lunch wins over my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Your lunch officially wins,” Danallia said. We started this competition on April 10. (I have a very good memory.) We always have to judge who has the best lunch; the loser has to give the winner a note that says something like:

  I am glad you’re my friend

  or

  You’re the best friend in the world.

  This is the first time I won. But I didn’t feel as happy as I would have because of the test scores. I can’t believe that I missed a question. It’s horrible!!!

  When I climbed into bed tonight, I felt as bad as I did at lunch. “Goodnight Camille,” mom said as I kicked my covers. “Goodnight,”I said in a grumpy way. I hate getting things wrong. AND I MEAN IT!!!


  Chapter 6

  The next morning, or midnight, (I couldn’t read my clock because it was so dark), I heard a loud beeping sound. And, it wasn’t my alarm. I was scared stiff. I heard noise. Little steps crept toward my room. Thump. Thump. I hid under my covers, shivering like crazy. I decided that I’d better go see mom just in case she was still asleep. I used my spy skills, from the book A Girl’s Guide to Being A Spy from Christmas. I snuck through the halls, against the walls, making sure I didn’t make a sound. Finally, I got to mom’s room. I suddenly froze. What if the robber was inside my mom’s room. What if catches me too? Well, I still had to save mom, so I went inside. Her room was big and airy, the opposite of mine. I tiptoed in, like it said on page 49 of my spy book. Wahoo! She was here. I shook her until she woke up and stopped snoring. “What, huh, what on earth!!! Camille Bette, what are you doing here at 5:00 in the morning!!” my mom said. So that’s what time it was. But no time for that. “Mom, there’s a burglar in the house!!!” I said in a whisper so the robber wouldn’t hear. “Honey, I know you are exceptionally upset about your test scores, but it’s not so bad. Lots of people get worse scores,” mom said. “It’s not about that!!!” I whispered/yelled. “Well, then, let’s get some sleep,” mom said. “But mom, the bell just rang out, and it wasn’t my alarm. Mom, SOMEONE IS HERE NOW.” I said. “Okay, okay,” my mom said giving up. “Let’s go downstairs.”

  Chapter 7

  We crept down the hallway. I stepped on the wool rug and....nothing. “Maybe it was just your imagination. Let’s go back to sleep,” my mom said whining.

  “No, I just know there’s something here,” I say as I steadily walk into the kitchen. I hear a tap. I hear another. Then another and another.

  “There’s is definitely something here.” We both creep through the kitchen, watching where we step; making sure not to knock anything over. I feel something furry quickly brush against my side. For a second I thought it was mom’s robe. But then I realized that mom doesn’t have a robe. I screamed. And loudly.

  “What is it honey!” mom yelled.

  “I felt something furry,” I said/yelled. Then I realized how silly I was being. I didn’t turn on the lights. It would have made things much easier. I flicked the light on. A small little dog was sitting on the floor near my feet. It was so adorable! Its ears stood straight up and its fur was the color of chocolate.

  “Mom, I found the burglar!” I said laughing. She ran straight towards the light saying things like “Is it a burglar?!” and “Watch out honey!” She skidded on the floor as she ran into the kitchen in her bunny slippers.

  “Where is it honey?” She looked around.

  “Right here!” I yelled. I pointed towards the dog. We both laughed. Actually, we laughed ourselves to sleep.

  Chapter 8

 

  The next morning when I woke up I looked in the mirror. I had big circles under my eyes. They were a bluish grayish color. They made me look as if I had done a horrible job with eye make-up.

  “Mom!” She came running.

  “Oh. My. Gosh.” She stared.

  “Good thing you aren’t going to school today.”

  “Wait, what?”

  “Today’s a Sunday, honey.”

  “Oh, wow, um, okay.”

  The doorbell rang. We had just ordered in pizza. But instead of the pizza, there stood Danallia.

  “My mom’s car broke down,” she said shivering. “Do you mind if we stay a little while?”

  “No problem.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Would you like something?”

  “No, but - what happened to your face?!”

  I stared at her.

  “I just didn’t sleep well.”

  Just then the little dog raced in and pounced on Danallia.

  “Where did you get a dog?” Danallia asked.

  “It’s a long story.”

  “Oh.”

  We stood laughing as the little dog jumped up and licked us from head to our toes.

  “What are you naming him?”

  “I named him Bubbles.”

  Just then the doorbell rang again.

  “PIZZA!!!!!!!!”

  Chapter 9

  We all ate happily as thunder boomed loudly and lightning struck. Poor Bubbles. He hid beneath the couch and whimpered.

  “Boy, he can make quite a sound,” Danallia said.

  “Yeah,” I say.

  When the rain and thunder and lightning were over, and Danallia’s mother’s car started to work, they were off home.

  “Bye!!!” my mom and I yelled.

  Then I fed Bubbles and flew into a thick sleep.

  Chapter 10

  I woke up from my deep sleep and looked at my clock. 7:00 a.m. Wait a second. 7:00 a.m.! I still have to brush my teeth, wash my face, add Chapstick, get my backpack together, eat breakfast, make my bed, pick out my clothing, and get my hair not to knot. UUUGGGHHH!!!!! I need privacy. To think, I mean; I’m not going pee. I’m having decide-a-phobia That happens to me a lot. Leave me alone and go to the next chapter.

  Chapter 11

  Okay. Thanks. I finally picked out an outfit. I picked my plain purple tee with a yellow scarf, a light purple flower pin in my hair, and skinny jeans with black flats. Very fashionable. Plus I was on time to school. And extra plus because mom offered to give me a ride to school; and boy I took that one fast. I just hope my locker doesn’t get stuck again.

  When I arrived at school, I banged on my locker (I found out that that was the only way to open it.) I banged on it and it............. OPENED!!!!!!!!! This has successfully been the best day of my life. The life of an average girl can’t always be what is expected; look at me for an example. But, it’s always fun to be average because in my experience, it means perfect.

  The End