It's Just Natalie

I wake up. Oh. My. Gosh. It's my first day at Washington Private School. No. I couldn't be. I look at my clock. It's one of those clocks that show what day it is. It's today. The day I will be a new student to a snobby, preppy, lousy private school. And I will not fit in. "Well," I say, "I'm not going to go. I'm going to go back in time." I change my clock to 12:00 AM. "He he he," I say. And I go back to sleep.
Well the truth is, I don't go back to sleep. Two minutes later, my mom comes in. "Unghh," I say under my breath. I pretend to be asleep. My mom shakes me. I still do not wake up. "WAKE UP!" My mom yells. I wake up. I will not have her scream in my ear for the eleventh time (and I HAVE been counting).
"Ok, ok!" I say.
"Why do you sound so tired, Natalie?"
"I'm just sick of all this travel. It wears me out! Do you promise that THIS is where we'll stay and nowhere else?"
"I promise," says Mom. And with that, she leaves the room.
Oh, I bet. I bet she is not just saying that to make me happy. I bet she REALLY means it. Becuase every other time we moved, I had asked her to promise that we would stay there. And she said so. And that was only eleven times? Wow, I bet she means it this time. Sigh. I wonder what a thirteen year-old girl does in a situation like that. Well, all she CAN do is just sit there and watch.
Oh well. Even when your a teenager, apparantly you can't make your own choices. I hate when that happens. This is MY life. Not my Mom's. not anybody else's. I wish there was a class to tell you how to live life, and then I can be on my own. Well, I better start getting ready for Snobbington Private School. I guess I want to fit it, so I put on a short jean skirt and a frilly white short-sleeved shirt. I'm not Ms. Fashion, so I don't care that it is plain. Then I put on knee-high socks and Mary-Janes. I look in the mirror. My hair is so thick and such an ugly color. I think a pony tail with a big blue bow will cover that up. After brushing my hair, I put my hair in a low ponytail and clip a big bow on it. Perfect, but not enough to take the gloominess away from going to private school. Sulking, I walk downstairs. My Dad is nowhere to be seen. Probably at work. My Mom is at the table holding the paper in her right hand with her horn-rimmed glasses on, and in the other hand she is holding a cup of steaming coffee. My Mom smiles at me a giggles a little bit.
"What's so funny?" I ask her.
"Because you are dressed," she says. "Remember? this is private school. Not public. You need to wear a uniform."
"Well maybe if I saw a uniform on my bed I would've known!" My "perfect" sister, Rebecca, who is fifteen years old, walks in. She laughs. Not a nice laugh. A mean laugh. Like when a bully laughs at you.
"Omigod, Natalie," she says, "It doesn't take brains to figure out that when you go to private school you wear a uniform! You are so dumb. Plus, you are, what, twelve? You can put a uniform on a bed can you?." Ugh, typical Rebecca, thinking she is the smartest person in the world. Heh. Well if she can't figure out that I'm actually thirteen, then she's not.
"Um," I say, " You're the dumb one here. I'm thirteen, not twelve."
"You just made an better thing for me to point out. Actually, two. Number one: Since you are thirteen, it is even funnier you an't put a piece of clothing on a bed. Number Two: I thought you were twelve because you look so immature!"
"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YOUR OWN SISTER! YOU'RE SUCH A FART FACE!"
Rebecca scoffs. "Fart face? How mature, my teenage sister..."
"Girls, girls!" Shouts Mom, "Stop it now!"
We stop. I glare at Rebecca. She smirks at me. I pour Lucky Charms into my cereal bowl. Rebecca looks at the my bowl of Lucky Charms and mouths, "Immature!" Then she pours Shredded Wheats into hers.
We eat in silence. The only sound I hear is the crunching of cereal, turning of pages, sipping of coffee, and clicking sounds from Rebecca texting. When I'm done, I walk upstairs. I hear REbecca's footsteps behind me. We both go into the bathroom. As I am washing my face and using the sink, Rebecca pushes me out of the way and wets her face and puts her Olay Face- Moisterizer on. I roll my eyes. And wait for her to be done. I brush my teeth. Finally (Well, not really), it is time to go to school. I walk downstairs and start walking down the road, wondering what is going to be coming ahead of me.