"Rule number 52- Don't look at anybody. Rule number 53- Don't make contact with anybody. Number 54- Don't do anything stupid. Numb-"
"Too many rules! Middle School isn't- can't be that bad!"
I cut Miranda off before she could finish 'Rule #55'.
She's exaggerating. Middle School obviously can't be THAT bad. I mean I know it's the first time in a public school and all but. . . "Honey, it's a mixed up world out there, such a sad, sad, sad-"
I ignored the rest of her boring lecture of her repeating the word 'sad' about 15 more times. I have to admit, I was worried about middle school. Would there REALLY be cute boys there like in the movies? Miranda read my mind.
"No, Erika, it's not like those pathetic Disney movies where there are ALWAYS cuts boys and you'll fall in love and date the rest of your life," she continued. " They really need to stop making little kids think that. I mean, at least get a new story line or something."
"I am NOT a little kid!" I protested against her. I wasn't little, in height anyway. I was 5'7. Very tall for the average 6th grader I guess, because people would always comment on how tall I was and I would get confused with being an eighth grader.
" Why am I wasting my time with such a little immature little brat?" Miranda certainly wasn't the nicest big sister on the block.
. . . I had writers block, but I felt like writing.
So this is what I came up with. I may or may not write any more. Just a simple short story thingy.
~Nikki