Bad Dream
In the hot and rainy summer of 1999, I was asleep in this morning as my mom woke me up to go to school, for I did not have the strength to get out of this soft and comfortable bed nor wake up. “How many times do I have to tell you to get up?” My mom screamed out of the top of her lungs as she was trying to get me to wake up. Once I heard my mom’s loud voice that almost cracked my eardrums, I rose up out of this big, cozy bed to look at the alarm clock right next to me. “Oh! No! 8:25! Already, I’m going to be late for school.” I Hastily got up and move through the dark hallway that seemed never ending, to get to the bathroom. With every step I took, I felt my foot walking in a floor of sharp and pointy needles, for my foot was still asleep. After I had finished brushing my teeth, I left the bathroom and made my way to the living room just to see my brother sleeping as good as a bear does during hibernation. “Wake up and give me a ride to school” I said interrupting my brother while he was sleeping. He made me very furious for he would not wake up. Even after I got him to wake up, he walked slower than a sloth going down to the ground. It was about 9:00 when I finally got him to wake up and drive me up to school. I swiftly ran to the entrance of the huge, red school building. Next thing I knew, a teacher had confronted me to tell me to go to the office and get a tardy pass so you can go to class. I did as this teacher instructed me to do; so I got the tardy pass and ran to my classroom hoping I didn’t miss much. After I entered into the classroom, I notice someone new sitting at my table. He looked Japanese and had long spiky hairs that looked exactly like a porcupine’s needles. I then approach to my teacher to give him my tardy pass and made my way to my table where the new kid was sitting at. My friends, who sits at the same table I do was trying to make fun of him just because he was different. I remember how I felt on my first day of school; I did not know any English and felt alone. I didn’t have anybody to talk to or play with. So I told my friends to stop and ask the new kid for his name. He muttered “Kioke” in a soft and almost silent voice. The next thing I knew, he and I had a lot in common for He is the first person I have ever met who had as much brothers as I do. After we started talking, the bell rang for lunch. As Kioke and I were waiting in a line that was as long as a train, I saw a great selection of food that was so delicious, I didn’t know which to pick.